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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.

Yes? Miss Hatter?

This is Walt downstairs. I got three young ladies down here.

They say Mr. Rollins is expecting 'em.

They say they're from a detective agency.

So early? Mr. Rollins won't be in before 10:00.

But he's expecting them, so you might as well send them up.

Oh, you must be the ladies from the Townsend Associates.

Yes. I'm Sabrina Duncan.

This is Kris Munroe. Hi.

This is Kelly Garrett. Hello.

I'm Edna Hatter.

Someone should have told you that Mr. Rollins doesn't come in before 10:00.

And neither does anyone else in the office force.

We often get more work done without a crowd... Yeah.

- I mean, like you, I imagine. - That's true.

- And checking security's really more effective in private. - I imagine it is.

You know, your boss, Mr. Townsend, told Mr. Rollins...

that you three are the best security experts in the business.

Well, Charlie does exaggerate now and then. Yeah.

- But we do know our job. - Hmm.

Now, if you could show us the safe.

Oh, why, yes. It's right over here.

Here it is.

We purchased it just two years ago.

Uh-huh. We're familiar with this model.

- Some of them do have flaws. - Flaws?

- Mm-hmm. - A safe is just like a new car, Miss Hatter.

Most operate perfectly, but every now and then you get a lemon.

Oh, dear.

- Just how much money do you usually keep in here? - Oh, 20,000, 25,000.

- Would you open it, please, so we could examine the works. - Of course, of course.

Mr. Rollins and I are the only two who have the combination.

That's a plus right there.

Fine. Uh, Kelly?

You and Kris examine it carefully, okay? Yeah.

And you, Miss Hatter... Would you show me where this door leads?

Oh. Why, that's... that's Mr. Rollins's private bathroom.

Ah, perfect way for a thief to enter if there's a window.

Gracious, I wouldn't know. I've never been in there.

Well, I certainly think we should examine it.

Well, if you think so. Um...

Well...

Miss Duncan?

Miss Duncan, why did you close the door?

Security, Miss Hatter. Strict security.

Hurry up, Angels. It's fast approaching time we flew away.

But this is not at all necessary.

Open the door.

I demand you open the door.

Charlie said he would call at 10:00 sharp, and it's already half past.

That's not like him. It's not like him to be late.

I know it. When it comes to a work conference,

you can set your clock by Charlie's call.

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

Hi. I had a flat tire.

- Honest. I had a flat tire. - Oh, I believe it.

I'm sorry I missed Charlie's call.

We are still waiting for Charlie's call.

What? He said he'd call at 10:00. It's 10:30.

Ah. There he is.

- Charlie? - Bosley, I'm sitting here with Detective Sergeant Dirkson.

I want to speak to you privately, before the Angels get there.

It's very important. That's why I called you a half hour early.

But...

You're not to mention this to the girls when they get there.

Just when do you expect them?

Well, Charlie, I expect them at the time you said earlier. I understand.

Dirkson's men should be there soon too.

They have warrants for the Angels on suspicion of robbery.

Robbery? That's right.

Someone called Jack Rollins, who owns the sports arena,

and pretended to be me.

Rollins and I are old friends. He swore it was my voice.

Whoever it was, he convinced Rollins...

he should have his security system checked by my operators.

Then three girls showed up, said they were from our firm...

and cleaned the safe of $25,000.

Well, Charlie, they were impostors. We both know that.

We do, but the police don't.

A woman named Edna Hatter, who works in the office, opened the safe for them.

The police showed her a picture of the real Angels,

and she swears they were the ones.

It's on the basis of that that the police plan to arrest the Angels...

and hold them for questioning.

Knowing those three, they'd go undercover to escape arrest...

and try to find out who was behind this.

Oh, you're right, Charlie. They certainly would.

But if anyone can keep them there, you can, Bosley.

Charlie, believe me, I will keep them under lock and key if I have to.

Good. The sergeant's letting me remain free...

since no one made a positive identification of me.

But I did promise my cooperation.

Charlie, you can count on my cooperation a hundred percent.

How could the police pick us up when they know us?

They've worked with us. They have an eyewitness who says we robbed her.

What's her name? Hatter? Edna Hatter.

They can't convict us, Kris. We have alibis. Then why are we running?

Charlie obviously wants us to find our impersonators...

before they do us any more damage.

You know how it is when stories hit the papers.

People read that you're accused,

and then they find it hard to forget when your name is cleared.

But we have to clear it up before it hits the papers.

We'll need a safe place to stay.

Bosley gave me the key to an apartment Charlie keeps downtown.

There's an underground parking lot.

There's even a freight elevator we can use.

- It sounds charming. - Yeah, very. It's the Rochester Club.

The Rochester Club? Uh-huh.

That's one of the last men's-only clubs left in the city. I hate those places.

Aw, come on. They'll never think to look for us in the Rochester Club.

They'd look for us in the Rams's dressing room...

before they'd look for us in the Rochester Club.

- We'll settle in, then we'll go talk to Miss Patter. - Hatter.

Hatter, Hatter. All right. Hatter.

It was a pleasure, my little chickadees, a pleasure.

♪♪ Thank you.

♪♪ You get it?

Oh, come on.

Close the door.

How much? Ten thousand.

Ten thousand? I gotta pay Asher 20.

Mickey, what can I say? There was only 25,000 in the safe.

The girls each got five. That was the deal.

And I didn't even take a commission.

And for Sam Punch, that's a first. Believe me.

I know. I know, Punch. I just need more. That's all.

Maybe Asher'll settle for half. Oh, sure.

Instead of breaking both my legs, he'll just break one.

What if I talked to him? That's a new one.

Send your agent to negotiate your life.

No. Asher might take this 10...

if I can promise him the rest within 24 hours.

But isn't that cutting it a little too thin, Mickey?

Look, if I can set this up,

you can take the 10 to Asher and buy me another day of breathing.

But you're only getting yourself in deeper.

Hey, relax, Punch.

I gotta set up another job for my Angels.

Mr. Frederickson?

Charlie Townsend. Yes, yes. That's where we met.

I'm very glad you remember.

Look, Bob, I don't usually call people at home in regards to business,

but this is rather delicate.

Well, one of my three female operators was shopping in your boutique,

and she noticed that your security system was awfully lax.

I'd like to send the three girls over tomorrow and check everything out.

Then you could consider their recommendation.

No, I'm glad to, Bob. Glad to.

I'll have the girls there first thing in the morning.

Talk to you later.

Okay, agent. Go see my bookie.

And don't get me a contract. Get me out of one.

That was a lucky hit. I had you goin'.

Mm-hmm.

- Get that. - I can't. I'll lose my point.

Your point or your job. It's up to you.

Yeah. Sam Punch outside.

He's the agent for that mimic.

- Okay. - Send him on back.

You owe me 15 now, Toby.

That last game didn't count.

Around here, I'm the only one that does the countin', babe.

Hi, Mr. Asher.

Punch. Got a quarter?

Oh, yeah, I think so.

Here you go.

Uh, I came to talk about Mickey.

Oh, yes. The man with a thousand voices and one very short life.

That's what happens to welshers.

Aw, Mickey's not a welsher. No, sir.

No? Mickey Biggs.

Details.

"Biggs, Mickey. Lost four $5,000 bets on four losing baseball teams.

"Last bet in June. Promised payment on three occasions.

"Failed to show. Warned twice, leaned on once.

Recommendation: Write off debt, make example of debtor."

No! I mean, look, you don't have to worry.

Believe me. Honest.

Here. Here's 10,000.

Mick said he'll have the other 10,000 by this time tomorrow night.

I'm tellin' you. This kid is onto somethin' sure.

Somethin' good, somethin' big. What do you say, huh?

I say a sure thing don't come along in my line real often.

Well, not in my line either. But old Mick, he's got one.

Can I tell him you'll give him the extra day?

Sure. You can tell him that...

after you tell me something.

When a deadbeat comes up with 10 grand...

and says he can make 10 more the next day, I wanna know how.

I wanna know all about this so-called "sure thing."

So you'd better start talkin', flesh peddler,

or I'm gonna be takin' 10% of you... outta your hide.

Excuse me. Miss Hatter?

Why, yes. Who are you?

Actually, I'm here to get a story.

Oh, a reporter.

Would you like to come in? No, if you don't mind staying out here for a few minutes.

I have a couple of questions. It won't take long.

I understand that you identified a photograph

positively the police showed you...

of the three ladies that robbed you.

Oh, yes. They showed me a picture of the Townsend people.

And they were the same ones all right. I see.

And did they tell you it was the Townsend people before you saw the photograph?

Why, I... I don't remember.

Is that important? Very.

If they had told you it was the Townsend people, then showed you the photograph,

they could have put that idea in your mind,

and you could've made a mistake in the

identification. Oh, no. There was no mistake.

I'm very good at faces.

Why, when those three walked into the office,

I recognized the blonde one right off.

You recognized her? What do you mean?

Well, she must also be a model.

She's on that Restful Mattress commercial they show every night on The Late Show.

I guess she's a model in her spare time.

Are you absolutely positive? I certainly am.

I see that commercial every night.

Miss Hatter, am I the girl in the mattress commercial?

Why, no.

You do look a lot like her though.

I am the girl you identified from the photograph.

And so are they.

Hi, Miss Hatter. Could you just look at us very closely,

because we were all three in that picture.

But we're not the girls who were in your office, are we?

Oh. Yes, you're the ones.

- You've come to get me. - No, no. No, no.

- You want to silence me. - No, no. We just want you to see...

that you've made a mistake, Miss Hatter, really.

- Don't touch me! You want to kill me! - Oh, no!

Help! Don't touch me! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Murder!

Let's get outta here! Let's move! Help! Help!

Somebody help me! Help!

Someone call the police! There they go!

They tried to kill me! Call the police!

Good morning. Um, can I help you find something?

We'd like to see the manager, please.

I'm Mrs. Brown. I'm the acting manager.

How do you do, Mrs. Brown? I'm Sabrina Duncan.

This is Kris Munroe. This is Kelly Garrett.

- We're from Townsend Associates. - Oh, yes.

Mr. Frederickson said you'd be in this morning.

He asked us to give you our full cooperation.

Tell me. Do you have much of a shoplifting problem?

Oh, hardly any. Harry's been with us for two years.

He can spot just about anything.

Yes, but if he should become ill and a new man were put in his spot,

or if he were bought off...

- You know, those things do happen. - Well, uh...

The point is, we would like to see just how alert your salespeople are...

if you didn't have Harry to rely on.

Kelly and Kris here will see just how much they can get away with...

if you alert Harry that this is just a test.

Well, I suppose I could do that.

Then I'd like you to show me where you keep your cash receipts.

Very well.

Harry won't interfere. Good.

We, uh, keep the cash receipts in the office.

Fine. Happy shopping, Angels.

Okay. I love diamond bracelets.

- Can I show you something? - Oh, um.

I love these diamond bracelets.

Are they expensive?

Around 5,000 apiece. But they're really stunning.

Let me show you.

Oh!

Yes, they... they are.

But I'm not sure I like these, uh, diamond necklaces.

Do you have any gold chains I could see?

Why, yes. We have a large selection.

This really is quite lovely.

But $10,000?

Oh. These are lovely.

We have these...

Anyone realize they're being robbed? No.

I didn't think they were up to it.

Tell her saleslady that it's all right for her to wear the coat outside.

We'll go out, and we'll wait five minutes before coming back in.

We wanna see how long it takes your salespeople...

to realize things are missing.

I'll take care of it.

Kris, we have to run.

Oh, I'll come back for this one later. Okay.

Kelly.

Harry! Harry, stop them!

They took our cash. Stop them.

Excuse me! Out of the way!

Go get her purse.

Here's that mattress commercial, Kelly.

Thank you, Tommy. We really appreciate it. Well, this is a first.

I've had friends come down here to look at some of our better shows,

but never at a commercial.

We like station breaks too.

- Let me put this cassette in here. - Thank you.

Showtime.

Hey, no wonder you wanted to see this.

She looks just like you, doesn't she?

You know what? She does look a little bit like you.

She does.

In an odd sort of way.

Is there any way we could find out her name?

Sure. That commercial was shot right here. Her name would be in the file.

And her address? No.

But you could go and see her agent.

Sam Punch, I think his name is.

All right. Thank you.

Be right back.

- Maybe you ought to go see this Sam Punch. - Good idea.

Something just occurred to me. If I go see this Mr. Punch,

I'd better put on a bit of disguise.

If he's involved in this scam, he'll recognize

me the minute I walk through the door.

That's a good thought.

Do you really think I look like that?

It's hard to say. We've never seen you in a mattress garden.

Hmm.

- Mr. Punch? - Uh-huh.

I understand you handle people for commercials and things like that.

I might be able to help you.

How'd you happen to come to me?

I worked with a girl once who said you were a very good agent.

Janet Ames. You got her a mattress commercial, I believe.

- Oh, sure. Jan. - Yeah.

Great gal.

I was hoping to see her again.

You wouldn't happen to have her address, would you?

- Sure. - Great.

In the meantime, uh, you give me your background,

sign with me, and I'll see what I can...

Hello. Punch. What?

Where? Is she hurt bad?

Yeah, yeah. All right. You told me.

Where are you? The both of you?

All right. Stay there and wait for me.

Uh, you were looking for Janet's address.

Not now, kid. I gotta split. One of my clients... They have a problem.

It'll only take a minute. Later. Tomorrow maybe.

Yeah. You come back tomorrow, and we'll have lots of time then.

You're positive that this is Sabrina Duncan?

No. That's why I sent for you.

No purse, no identification.

But the three who hit the boutique matched the description...

of the three who robbed the sports arena.

Uh, what... what's he doing? He's from our lab.

If you can't identify the lady,

we'll have to take a set of fingerprints.

There'll be no need for any fingerprints, Sergeant.

That's Sabrina Duncan.

Okay, Fred. Pack up.

Thanks very much, Mr. Bosley.

I'm gonna have to post a guard outside the room...

until we can move her to a prison ward.

I understand. Of course.

But look, Sergeant. Could I ask you a small favor?

I'd like to spend just a few minutes with her, if I could.

- We were very close friends. You know? - Sure.

Let's go, Fred. Thanks.

Boy, wouldn't you know?

I've got this dry feeling in my throat, and this is empty.

Do you know where the water fountain is?

This should be full.

Never mind. I'll take care of it.

Thanks. Thanks very much.

Okay, nice score. Got a quarter, Mickey?

Oh, I'm afraid not, Mr. Asher, but, uh,

maybe you can send your boy here out for some change.

Well.

That should buy a lot of games.

About 10,000 dollars' worth.

Guess that makes us dead even, right, Mr. Asher?

A man that lives as close to the edge as you do, Mickey,

shouldn't toss that word "dead" around too easy.

"It's a rough life, sweetheart," as Bogie would say.

Huh.

Yeah. See you around, Mr. Asher. Sure.

Hey, uh...

What gives? I thought we were square.

We will be...

after you agree to make one more telephone call as Charlie Townsend.

Uh, but how, uh...

How'd you know about that? Never mind.

Real smart act you put together, Mickey.

You're a bright boy, but you're still strictly a small-timer.

You go twice for petty cash with a gimmick that could open up a bank vault.

Now, me, I got the perfect spot for this routine of yours.

I'm-I'm afraid it can't be done, Mr. Asher.

You see, one of the girls got hurt today, and she... So you get another girl.

Don't you ever say "can't" to me.

Okay. Okay.

From now on, I give the orders. Yes, sir.

And all you do is nod. Yeah, okay. Okay.

Hello.

Hi. What you doin'? Look at that.

You got a new outfit and a new suitcase. You gonna elope?

That's not a bad idea.

It sure beats being cooped up in this chauvinistic place.

- Did you see that agent? - Uh-uh.

I almost got your look-alike's address.

Then he got a phone call and had to rush out. He told me to come back tomorrow.

What'd you do, go out shoplifting to boost your spirits?

Close. I used Charlie's credit card and bought us all some new clothes.

Great. That'll teach him to do this to us again.

Who cares if we look great in here?

I hope nobody followed you.

I don't think so.

Hey, it's me. Sounds like Bosley.

Who is it? It's me, Bosley.

Oh, Bosley.

Hello, fugitives. Hi, Bos.

Ah, welcome to Cell Block 11.

I've never been here before. It's very nice. The lobby is lovely.

We wouldn't know. We've been riding up and down...

in the freight elevator with the empty garbage cans.

Did you talk to Charlie? Yeah. I talked to him this morning.

He said the most important thing is to locate those three girls...

and whoever it is that is impersonating Charlie with the telephone calls.

That's the only sure way to clear the company's name.

- Hey, hey, hey! - Bosley.

I mean, we could've figured that out all by ourselves.

We've already got a lead on one of the girls.

Oh, good. Then we've got a lead on two of them.

Bree, the one that's impersonating you is Carol Brewster.

That's her address and all the background that we have.

Where'd you get this? Fingerprints.

- Fingerprints? - Yeah.

Brewster and the other two robbed a boutique this morning,

and then she was hit by a car during the getaway.

She's in the hospital right now in a coma with a police guard.

Then we're off the hook.

If they have her fingerprints, they know it's

not Bree and they know we're not involved.

- Right. - Wrong.

Why? Because the police didn't take her fingerprints.

I did, after I positively identified her as being Sabrina Duncan.

Wait a minute. You told the police that she was me?

Yes, because Charlie feels that if the police close in now,

they'll probably scatter or at least the top man would get away.

But if they think that you three are still being blamed,

then they'll feel safe and they won't have their guard up.

Good old Charlie. First he lets us live

among the wolves, then he throws us to them.

Uh, well, I don't know. Maybe it's a good idea.

I mean, maybe the only way to solve this

thing is for one of us to get into the gang.

That girl in the hospital is a dead ringer for you, Bree.

Well, Kelly did a... A kind of a disguise thing...

when she went in to talk to Sam Punch.

So I could do the same thing. Only I'd have to just take it one step farther.

Right. You can't look too much like yourself,

or else they'll know who you are really.

Right. I'll just have to do a...

A continuing impersonation of... of me.

Which is a much tougher job than my one visit to Punch's office.

Yeah, but, Bree, at least you got one thing goin' for you.

I don't know what.

You look an awful lot like Sabrina Duncan.

Uh.

Hiya.

Uh, not now, honey. It's a busy time.

- Why don't you come back, uh... - I gotta be dreamin'.

We're standing here talkin' about a certain type of gal, and in she walks.

Punch.

Yeah. She could be Carol's double.

Carol.

You talkin' about Carol Brewster?

Yeah. Yeah?

I oughta look like Carol. I'm her sister, Sandy.

Oh, well, uh, that explains it.

Let me tell you what's happened here.

I came in to visit Carol for the weekend.

Only I go to her apartment... She's moved away.

Yeah, well, uh, she's staying with some friends.

Yeah? Well, you know, I figure, "What's goin' on here?"

So I look and I remember that Mr. Punch is, uh...

Is Carol's agent, you know?

So I say, "What could I do? I could go to talk to Mr. Punch,

and he'll tell me where Carol is."

Well... Sandy, is it? Yeah. Sandy. Sandy... Carol's sister.

I got a little bad news. Why don't you sit down here.

What's the matter? Has something happened to Carol?

No, she's fine. She had a slight accident.

She's in the hospital, but she's all right. In the hospital?

Well, where? I should go to her right now.

No, no. No, no. Um, I think the best thing you can do for your sister...

is to listen very carefully to what I'm about to tell you.

- Sure. - Now, she's getting medical help,

but she's going to need the best legal help.

And that's very, very expensive. Legal help?

I'll make sure that she gets it,

but you can help raise the money to pay for that.

I'm sure you'll wanna do everything that you can.

Oh, anything. I would do anything.

- Anything? - Anything.

Hi, Mickey. Hi.

Hello. Oh.

Well, can't you even say hello?

Hello. Sorry. Nice to meet ya.

I thought you were Carol out of the hospital at first.

She's the image of Carol.

Well, naturally. This is Sandy Brewster. She's Carol's sister.

- Hiya. - Oh.

No wonder. I'm Janet Ames, and this is Annie Collins. Hi, Janet. Annie.

Well, Sandy will be using Carol's room, and she'll, uh...

Good. be taking Carol's place on our next job.

Ah, see? Another one?

- Mickey, you said just two. - Yeah, I know.

But I got a partner now, and he's calling the shots.

Look, he says one more job, a big one.

We might all make enough money to buy our own nightclub.

Oh, in that case, maybe another one wouldn't hurt.

I don't know. I mean, it all seemed so easy until... until Carol got hurt.

Hey, accidents happen anywhere.

Even Boy Scouts get hit by cars.

Look, this big job won't have any risks.

- Believe me. - Hey, Mickey. Uh, where is it?

Well, I, uh...

I gotta check with my partner.

- I'll let you know tomorrow. - Who's your partner?

Well, honey, you're better off now knowing this guy, and that's a fact.

All right. Well, look, uh, get settled, get acquainted,

and I'll see you all tomorrow.

Yeah. Good night now. Yeah.

Bye-bye. Thanks a lot.

Ah.

Did you find another girl?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, a great one.

Good. Now you can make a phone call to George Simmons.

I left his number here on the table.

- Who is he? - Top man in charge of the Gand Corporation.

- Gand? That's a think tank. - Right.

I've been wantin' to bust into their safe for years.

What makes you think a place like that keeps a lot of cash?

They don't, but the papers they keep in that safe I can sell for a million.

It's bad luck to whistle in a dressing room.

Even I know that.

♪♪

Now make that call. I'm due at the fights.

Look, will this, uh, George Simmons know who Charlie Townsend is?

They used to play golf together.

Set it up for tomorrow night. I'll give you the game plan tomorrow afternoon.

♪♪

Not a bad group. They're crummy, man.

Especially that creep inside you're tryin' to cut in on the Gand job.

Now, who said I was cuttin' him in?

I'm using his gimmick. That's all.

After they get that safe open,

Mick and his three chickadees are gonna get cut down on the spot.

I gotta get some use outta those security guards I've been payin'. Hmm?

All right. These are the floor plans of the Gand Corporation.

There are heavily guarded checkpoints throughout the entire building.

Do we bluff our way through all of them? You won't have to.

George Simmons, the top man, will meet you at the entrance,

and he'll escort you right to the conference room.

- I thought we were after a safe. - You are. That's where the safe is.

They keep all their important papers in the conference room.

And the top secret ones, they keep in the safe.

Those are the ones we're after. What do we do with George Simmons?

You won't have to do anything with George Simmons.

As soon as he opens the safe, get him to unlock the side door they never open.

My partner and I will be outside, and we'll take care of Mr. Simmons.

We finally gonna get to meet your partner?

Well, tonight at 7:00, if you remember to open the side door.

- Right. - Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, wait, Mickey. Mickey, one thing.

Could you do Charlie Townsend for us, huh?

Oh, yeah. That's not very hard.

He's, uh...

He's really very polished, warm and friendly.

I entertained at a charity fair he attended last month.

That's right, Charlie. He actually sounded like you, even better.

Oh. That's because the telephone filters some of the charm...

out of my low tones.

I remember him from that charity party though.

He sat at our table for a while and was very chummy.

Well, that was because he was trying to learn how to do your voice.

Mm-hmm. He's given no hint who this partner of his might be?

No, but there's definitely somebody pullin' the strings.

It's nice to know they'll both be on the scene tonight.

It's our big chance to get everyone involved.

I'll phone George Simmons and tell him that first call was a fake.

I'll ask him to have those secret papers moved out of the safe.

Then I'll ask him to go along with the original plan.

Once Mickey Biggs and his partner are inside, you three can take 'em.

We three? Uh, Charlie, I'm the only one that's in the gang.

And you're forgetting that Bosley is a very ingenious switch artist.

I'd never send you into a situation like this alone, Sabrina.

But if those bogus Angels can impersonate you,

why can't you all impersonate them?

Well, it's a good idea, if it works.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Now, I don't know whether it's down... I think it's over here.

I'm sorry. Why did you park so far away?

I'm sorry. I don't know the neighborhood.

Why didn't you let me drive you to find those slacks?

You go with me, I buy what you like. I don't buy what I like.

I'm sorry. Where is it?

I'm sorry. I thought it was on this block.

- Maybe it's one block over. - Which way?

Aw, would you look at that? I'm all outta gum, and I'm nervous.

Gum helps to calm me down. I'm gonna get some more. I'll be right back.

You just wait for me right here. Wait for me.

Gum.

Gum. That girl is weird.

- All right, ladies. - Hold it right there.

Oh, what is this?

Uh, Kris, Kelly, it's me. I'm sorry. I'm the Judas.

- Who the devil are you? - Now, look, Angels, there's no use in bluffing.

The only reason I arranged this meeting was to turn you in.

- I couldn't allow you to keep going on your rampage. - He's nuts. We don't know him.

I understand how you feel, and I'm sorry. I don't blame you.

All right. We're goin' downtown. Put 'em in the car, Mike.

Oh! This is false arrest! I mean, we'll sue!

Yeah. Well, that's all three of 'em.

We, uh, want to thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bosley. Yeah.

You know, there's room for you in the front.

No. No, thanks. I think I'll just take a little walk.

I'd like to be alone. Well, we'll be in touch.

Yeah. Okay.

- Oh, hello. You must be Charlie Townsend's group. - Hi.

Hi. You make us sound like rock singers.

I'm George Simmons. I'm Sabrina Duncan. This is Kris Munroe and Kelly Garrett.

We have identification if you care to see it. No, no. I believe you.

Although I must admit, I also thought that first call was from Charlie.

He had a pretty clever thing goin'.

Did you take the important papers out of your safe?

Oh, yes. I put them in my own office safe.

Okay. Do your security people know what's goin' on?

No. Charlie seemed to feel there might be a leak.

He said you three could handle it alone.

Hope so.

- Shall we get on with it? - All right, fine.

It's all right, John.

No guard? Oh, no. There's no need.

I'm the only one who has a key.

Okay.

Well, there it is. That's the target. Impressive.

I believe our job now is to convince you to open it.

Yes. I believe that's exactly what the fake caller asked me to do.

- Could you open it for us, please? - Oh, sure, sure.

There's nothing in it now except old Pentagon memos.

Great. Okay, look, I think this is the part...

where Kelly and I try to convince you to open that door,

and Kris checks the dial on the safe. Right.

You know, this door hasn't been opened in years.

It only leads to the alley. I'm sure they're aware of that, Mr. Simmons.

If you'll just open the door and let them in,

and please don't try to be a hero, all right?

Mickey. Hey, you did a good job, kid.

Pat her on the back later. Stand easy, Simmons.

Let's get into that safe. Toby, get in there and start throwin' out boxes.

- Okay, drop the gun or you're a dead man. - You stand easy too, mister.

- Mister? Hey... - Drop it!

Hey, you're not Annie.

That's right. This time Charlie sent in the first team.

My, my, my. You ladies are really quite remarkable.

Oh, good. You certainly got here at the right time.

They sure did.

You take that gun out of my spine,

or those guards are gonna blow your pretty head off.

Don't be ridiculous. They work for me.

He's not kidding, Mr. Simmons.

You all just better do what he says.

Ah-ah-ah-ah! No, no.

Shoot! Shoot!

Why don't you get up real slowly now.

Real slow.

And, Mr. Simmons, why don't you go over to that telephone...

and call some guards who do work for you.

Hey, what about me? I mean, I didn't even come in here with a gun.

- They made me come in. - Say it like Charlie, Mickey.

It'd sound a lot more convincing.

Well, well, well.

Don't you all look industrious.

Hmm. It feels so good to relax.

And walk in front doors again.

I'm thinkin' about writing an article...

about how Charlie Townsend kept three women in the Rochester Club.

I think we should all pose for pictures.

I wouldn't if I were you, not after that mattress commercial.

- Oh, thanks! - You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna have Bosley endorse the article,

since he was the only witness.

Hmm.

Oh, saved by the bell.

Charlie?

Don't take things for granted.

Lemme talk to them Angels.

Charlie, darling. Thank you so much for the calla lilies.

They're so terribly, terribly lovely.

You deserve 'em, sweetheart. Who else is there?

Uh, I'm here, Charlie.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

- Sabrina, are you there? - No!

- No impressions from you? - No. I've been doin' myself for two days already.

And very well too. Thank you very much.

As a matter of fact, I do think it's my turn. I do Sydney Greenstreet.

My dear Mr. Spade. Hmm! You're a most devious man.

I'm going to have to keep a very close eye on you from now on.

Do you understand that, Spade?

- All right, Bosley. Your turn. - Well, Charlie, I...

Very funny, Spade. Very funny.

Very... funny.

Oh, come on now, Bosley.

Oh, save your breath, Charlie. Sydney just left.

He's terrific.