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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.

Angels, you're probably wondering...

why I asked you to meet me here this evening.

Well, we are a little curious, Charlie,

uh, especially since I'm leaving for Bimini in the morning.

And I'm off to New York in two days.

And I have a ticket to Rome.

By the way, Charlie, where's Bosley?

He should be along any moment.

So I'll wait until he arrives before I explain the reason for this gathering.

Sounds very mysterious. Too mysterious.

Charlie, I am leaving for Bimini in the morning, aren't I?

This doesn't have anything to do with a new case or anything?

Nothing like that, Kris. Do I hear a door opening?

Well! Wow!

Yes, you do, Charlie. I have arrived!

I guess you have arrived. What's all this?

This is very old, very French and very expensive.

I'll say. And what's that?

That happens to be domestic, but also very expensive.

Well, Charlie, what is this, somebody's birthday?

Good guess, Sabrina. That's exactly what it is.

Well, it's not my birthday.

Hey, not mine. I had mine last month.

Bosley? Aw.

I never age.

- Charlie. - Wrong again.

It's our birthday, Angels... Three years together.

Well... That's right. It is.

We have been together three years.

Two for me.

Oh, well, then let's drink to either two or three great years.

It's a lovely thought, Charlie. Thank you.

Thank you, Angels.

I wanted you to know how I felt before you left on your vacations.

I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you,

care about you, and how much I'll miss you.

To missing each other.

Hear! Hear! To missing each other.

I love you all.

Hmm.

I can't believe that it is two years since I walked through that door.

As I recall, you didn't walk in. You sort of roared in.

Now wait a minute.

It may have seemed like a roar, but, boy, did I have butterflies.

I'll never forget that first case.

These are instructions from the people I'm with.

Fly over to Hawaii immediately.

Wait for someone to contact you there.

Is it a case, Charlie? You might say that.

- I've been kidnapped. - What?

If you talk to the police or the F.B.I., I'll be killed.

Okay, go home and pack. We'll meet at the airport. I'll make the reservations.

I can't believe it. Charlie's been kidnapped, and I haven't even seen him yet.

There was a surprise waiting for you that first day at the beach.

Well, unless our contact's fishing hukilau style, he isn't here yet.

Look! Out there!

I think we just got our signal.

Watch out!

Sabrina!

You run and hide. Somebody see your face, and you're one dead mahimahi.

Run! Hide!

It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlie's Angels.

Mr. Bosley. I'm not so sure.

You mind telling us what all that was about, Miss...

Mrs. Leilani Sako.

That was business.

You're certainly in a violent business.

Why did you kidnap Charlie Townsend?

I want to hire the Angels.

Why didn't you call the office?

That's the way it's usually done.

My husband is in jail.

And it is a very dangerous place for him.

We have many enemies, and they will try to kill him...

unless you break him out.

What if we don't get your husband out of jail?

Then your Charlie's a dead man.

While you were trying to find me,

you had to play some very strange games.

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Getting Billy Sako out of jail was hard enough,

but then you had to rescue me from Mr. Blue's yacht.

She's right on time.

Hey, how about slowing down? I'm getting seasick myself.

We're almost there!

Just get under that thing and keep your mouth shut!

Go to the bridge. Check the radar.

See if there are any other boats coming.

What's that crazy broad doing?

Okay, now!

Get out of my way!

As soon as she gets here, go check under the whatchamacallit.

The whatchamacallit? Under the cover!

I'm sorry.

It's all right. Make sure there's no one else on this boat.

There's nobody on that boat. Yeah?

- Now turn it loose. - Turn it loose?

That's right. Turn it loose. You heard me.

Just in case you want to leave before you're supposed to,

- you're gonna have to swim back to shore. - I don't swim.

You don't even know how to drive this boat. You almost ran into us.

You almost hit us with that boat. I know. I'm sorry.

Yeah. It's the speed. It makes me crazy.

I can't help it. It makes me crazy.

Sexy, I'm sorry.

Yeah? Sorry.

What are you looking at?

Wanna go inside? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Hi.

- What are you doing here? - Just swimming by. Come on.

Just swimming by?

Does Mr. Blue know you're here?

Does Mr. Blue have to know everything? No, he...

- Get in there. It's a raid. - What?

I said, go on and get out of here. It's a raid.

Yes, ma'am. Whatever you say.

That was some caper, Charlie.

We thought for sure we'd get a look at you.

You came close, Kelly. Very close.

Hawaii was lovely. Mm-hmm.

Then we went on to bigger and better things... if you'll excuse the cliché.

You know, some of our cases really came from left field.

Remember when we went to the ice show,

and it turned into an international caper?

Yeah, that was really a brain twister, wasn't it?

Right. All those skaters kept disappearing.

None of us could figure out why. Yeah.

And then, Kelly, you had to follow those fellas to that Arabian restaurant.

Oh, I'll never forget that. Hmm!

They retreated to that private room where I wasn't allowed.

Oh. Well, hello there.

My, aren't you something?

My, my, what a fine figure of a man.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, well, you don't understand.

I told my first cousin, Irmadine, that when I travel,

I'm gonna see every sight and eat every exotic dish.

So if you'll excuse me,

I heard there's some very fine vittles in that direction.

Room is private.

She came from there. She dancer.

I want to thank you for being so kind and courteous.

I'm gonna be sure and talk about you to my Cousin Irmadine now.

But you came back, Kelly. Boy, did you come back.

Section "D," east.

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As many times as you've explained it, Kelly,

I still think it was a fantastic trick...

getting out of that warehouse.

Lucky before I was an ice-skater, I used to work in the circus.

Beautiful.

Ready?

Okay.

Ready?

Good, Kelly.

There you go.

Hold on there.

That's it. Good girl. That's it.

It's great.

I'll come back and get you or send help. Just hang on.

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Kris, your cover as the clown worked out magnificently.

It got you close enough to see that the whole thing was a setup...

for an attempted assassination of those Arab dignitaries in the audience.

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Bree.

I gotta talk to you. What are you... What are you doing?

I gotta talk to you. In front of 10,000 people?

Just act funny. You act funny. I can't stand up.

Come on, Bos. Where?

To the tunnel. Charlie said to watch section "D."

We'll watch it from the tunnel. What's going on?

Someone's gonna get killed if we don't get there. Huh?

Tomorrow our country will be in the hands of the true patriots.

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Kelly!

Mostly when I think of that case, I think of my ankles.

- Your ankles?

- Yeah, skating is very hard on your ankles, Bosley.

Oh. I mean, there's a lot of stress.

Speaking of stress, does anybody remember...

a 40-hour dice game in Vegas?

Yeah. He was really something, wasn't he?

Mm-hmm. Frank Howell and his own private world.

Right. Showrooms, crap tables, and, uh... and dice games.

And an enemy he couldn't even see.

As I recall, that case was very hard on my ankles also.

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And when you were dancing your heart out,

that very determined Oriental gentlemen was trying...

to break Frank Howell's financial back...

with his computer.

Yeah? Frank, this is Jake.

This cutie-pie with the computer wants to raise the table limit.

How much? Three thousand.

What's he into us for?

A little over 90,000.

All right. Let him have it, but keep in touch.

Okay, Frank. Okay, folks.

Comin' out.

Comin' out rollin'. Comin' out rollin'.

Trouble?

Yeah, a man at one of the tables...

trying to beat me with a computer. Is that possible?

Oh, no. Why not?

Well, uh, winning is instinct with feeling.

Feeling? Hmm.

I've been wondering if you ever use any of that.

Oh. Well, stop wondering.

Yeah, that was a tough case.

We couldn't figure out who was out to ruin Frank, because we couldn't figure out why.

Oh, then, Sabrina, do you remember?

You took him off to a picnic so as to cool off the crap game.

And things got even hotter.

Frank, move!

Let's get 'em! Frank, what the hell's going on?

You two stay here! Like hell. This is my boat. Get in.

You get a look at him? No!

Rock it!

Can't this thing go any faster?

What's the matter? I don't know!

Aw, no! Oh!

I'll never forget the last trip to that crap table.

As long as I live, I'll never forget the look on Frank's face.

Line loses. Pay the "Don't Pass."

Frank.

I'm all right. No, you're not all right.

Stop now. Stop now and take your losses.

I told you. That's called losing.

Raise the limit?

One more pass for all of it. Everything on the table.

The hotel... If you win, it's all yours.

If you lose, it's all mine.

Oh, for God's sake, Frank.

He's been playing "Don't Pass,"

and "Don't Pass" is for nonbelievers.

And, Sabrina, sooner or later,

you have to be a believer.

Frank, sooner or later you're gonna have to stop...

putting your life on a pair of dice.

For all of it... on "Don't Pass."

"Don't Pass."

Roll.

Seven. "Don't Pass" loses.

You lose.

Ladies and gentlemen, this table is closed.

Still yours, Frank.

I'm glad for you.

Yeah, you win some and you lose some.

Yeah.

♪ So one's for the tears ♪

♪ One's for the tryin' ♪

♪ Give us a smile ♪ Good-bye, Frank.

♪ When you do the good-byin' ♪ Good-bye.

♪ One for the crowd ♪

♪ And one ♪

♪ One for the dealer ♪♪

Hmm. Just one roll of the dice for all of it.

Now that was an interesting case.

You know, personally, one of my favorite cases...

was the one where I met the charming Miss Martha Milton.

Lovely, isn't it?

Yes.

Eight cylinders.

Chrome rings, advanced spark distributor,

20 amp generator, updraft carburetor,

and, uh, would you like a sip?

Oh. Thank you.

You, uh, certainly know your cars.

Mmm. And your wine.

Are you, um, an aficionado?

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

Talk about James Bond.

Stolen rocket fuel hijacked out of the country in an antique-car rally.

Hey, Kelly, look. There's the guy that was following you.

Hey, they've got Kris! Oh, they're gonna make a run for it.

Come on!

Wait a minute. We're never gonna catch 'em in this!

Hey. Nichols's car. Come on!

Hey, what are they doing?

No way!

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

Stay with 'em, Bosley!

Go for it, Bosley! Come on, Bos!

Look out!

Slow down, will you? Let 'em pull up.

Okay, now.

Will you hold her?

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

And then what? That area up there... It's flat and it's sandy.

You're gonna force 'em off the road.

You know, Charlie, memory's kind of a funny thing.

It can be, Kris. Why?

Well, sometimes it can make you feel really good.

Like now.

Sometimes it can make you feel... bad.

And sometimes it can just leave you feeling nothing.

What do you mean?

Oh, I was just thinking about my trip into momentary forgetfulness.

Oh, yes, yes.

You came out of that restaurant...

and accidentally saw what you weren't supposed to see.

Right. Boy, did I walk into that one.

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Hey!

Come on!

What are you, out of your mind? Get in!

Hey, hold it!

Amnesia... one of the most frightening experiences...

anyone can go through.

Hey, lady! Are you crazy?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Paper, lady?

You know, lady, there are easier ways to hail a cab.

I still don't remember to this day how I ended up on the beach.

I just remember I woke up feeling really scared and really lonely.

Did you get this man's name?

Uh, yes. Burton. Ted Burton.

- Are you sure? - Yes. Why?

Charlie, Ted Burton is the man I told you we met...

at Jarvis's restaurant, the one who's been helping us.

It was crazy.

The guy who was helping us find you really wanted to kill you.

More ironic than crazy,

because I really don't remember seeing him kill the guy.

Penny.

What? Penny for your thoughts.

Oh, I was just thinking about Doug O'Neal.

Oh, yes. Very resourceful fellow, Mr. O'Neal.

Hmm. Rather attractive.

Mother said, "Pretty is as pretty does."

And Mr. O'Neal didn't quite have his act together.

Nope. He had distinct possibilities,

but that money we were both after kept getting in the way.

Whoa! Whoa. Whoa.

You gotta let me win the next time. Hey!

Doug. Is something wrong?

Uh, well, yeah.

You know I told you I was a writer?

And you're not? No. Uh, no. I am.

I'm, uh... I'm a writer.

Uh, but I'm working on a story...

about the... the murder that happened here.

I just wanted you to know that.

Well, I guess I have a little confession to make myself.

Something that you should probably know.

I knew Frank Slater, the man who was killed.

- You did? - We served together in Vietnam.

How well did you know him?

About as close as two guys can get that shared the same love.

Girl? Airplane.

Bonnie Jean.

Frank was the crew chief. I was the flight engineer.

She was his on the ground, mine in the air.

Why did you come here?

I read about Frank's death in the newspaper.

I don't know. Crazy, I guess.

I thought, here was something useful that I could do.

Maybe help find Frank's killer. I... I don't know.

I guess we've both been keeping secrets, huh?

Did it ever occur to you two that Doug could be telling the truth?

Yeah, it occurred to us. But not for long.

Okay, look. Then what is he doing hanging around here, huh?

Why isn't he in South America or Europe or wherever it is skyjack millionaires go?

Okay, okay. Let's forget the newspaper clipping for a moment.

How did he explain his connection with Slater?

They knew each other in Vietnam.

He came here to see if he could find out who killed his friend.

But, Bree, why didn't he tell anybody?

We are undercover, aren't we?

I tell you what. I've got an idea.

Why don't we just come out from under cover and ask him head-on, huh?

Why don't we do that?

Well, if the whole operation was so simple,

where'd it go wrong?

A slight miscalculation.

I was, um... I was a flight engineer, not a paratrooper.

Oh, I bailed out of the plane...

with the ransom safely enough, but I landed in a tree.

When I woke up, I thought my back was broken.

Evidently so did Slater.

He was still my ground crew,

waiting for me down there... Transportation.

So you followed him here and you killed him? No.

You said he was strangled. I didn't do that.

Huh.

Lon Molton.

Hildy said... after Slater was shot,

when she ran to get help,

she left Molton alone with him.

Oh. You see?

That puts me in the clear.

That clears you of murder.

What about the skyjack?

You're the only one that knows anything about that.

And that's the problem.

I do know.

Bree, that's ancient history.

What? Just pretend like it didn't happen? Is that it?

I love you, Bree.

Have another piece of cake, Bosley.

Oh, no, no. I've already had two pieces.

Three. But who's counting?

You know, it occurs to me that we're very fortunate.

We've met some very interesting people in our work.

Any of you recall Tinkle Belle?

How could we forget Tinkle Belle, Bosley?

She knocked you totally off balance.

I beg your pardon.

While we were out trying to find out who was sabotaging the circus,

you were playing with Tinkle Belle.

My big romance.

Hi, cutie.

Ah. Well, hello.

- Got a name? - Bosley. John Bosley.

Bosley John Bosley. Nice ring to it. Married?

- Not lately. - Me neither.

Oh. I'm Tinkle Belle. Tinkle Belle.

Oh, I love the way it sounds when you say it, Bosley John Bosley.

Uh, look. Just Bosley. John Bosley.

That's what I said. Bosley John Bosley.

Uh-huh.

Uh, see you around, big boy.

Don't forget Tinkle Belle.

Say hello to Peter Pan.

While you were tinkering with Tinkle Belle,

Kris was having a little trouble with her friend the knife thrower.

Watch it, Helmut. You wouldn't like me with short hair.

Helmut, what's wrong with you?

This has been fun, but I gotta run.

Okay, where's Reed? And who else is in it with you?

It's Tarloff. One of the swords is real. He's gonna kill her.

He couldn't do it.

Come on. Come on.

Well, I'm glad you chose the right sword, Tarloff. Are you?

Yes, I am.

What's going on?

You look so much like Nadia. I just couldn't do it.

Couldn't do what?

What is that?

Well, you never would have had to diet again, babe.

Your friend Kelly... You'd better warn her.

When she makes the jump, they're going to kill her.

What?

All right!

- Yes! - Bravo, honey!

I mean, bravo! Pretty good?

Pretty good? Fantastic!

My! Oh, that was great! Huh? How about that?

If you want to talk about a far-out case...

I mean, real far out... Yeah?

Remember Dr. Perrine and his U.F.O.'s?

Oh, well. What a con he had going. Oh.

Boy, he had us almost believing that they really were U.F.O.'s.

- I'm not so sure there aren't. - I agree.

I may be seeing several very shortly.

I certainly saw one that day.

Ladies and gentlemen, no talking, please.

Lights out, please.

Oh, my goodness.

Bosley. Hey.

Oh, my. Oh!

Flying saucer was a phony,

and so was that good-looking Mr. Britten. Hmm.

Where are we going?

Kelly, someone must have been watching over you...

when you noticed your seat belt had been cut.

Jim, I want to go back.

Take it down.

Kelly, I'll crash, and I'll kill us both.

No, you won't.

Well, Angels, as tough as it's been sometimes,

you'll have to admit that some of the covers you used...

were interesting, to say that least.

Oh, Charlie.

"Interesting" is kind of an understatement.

Oh!

I just love that jade.

I lost out on a few wonderful picture parts.

The producers thought I was too aloof.

Charlie Townsend is a no-good, sadistic,

totally insensitive male chauvinist pig.

I'm a dignified person.

Well, mornin'. Howdy.

We're your new neighbors.

Well, my friends,

how can I thank you for three exciting years?

Well, I think you just did, Charlie.

And very elegantly. Very.

Just a small token of how I feel.

Oh, not too small, Charlie. Wait till you see the bill.

This is one bill I don't have to look at, Bosley.

You're priceless, Angels.

Aw, Charlie. The feeling's mutual.

Have a good vacation, Angels. I'll be thinking of you.

To next year.

- And many, many more. - Hear, hear.

We love ya, Charlie.

Ahh!