Original subtitles

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.

Angels, this Mexican-registered

charter plane went down in United States territory

carrying a fortune in heroin.

The pilot was shot by a hijacker who was after the heroin.

He subdued the hijacker

and was almost able to manage a safe crash landing.

Is the pilot still alive, Charlie?

Broken leg and hip... But he'll be all right.

His name is Dan Mason, Angels... And he's our client.

Dan is the one on right.

And that is his buddy, Jim Taylor.

Remember Jim Taylor's face, you'll be seeing him.

Mm-hm. I can hardly wait.

Sorry, Jill.

Dan's arranged for Taylor to work with us

but Sabrina will be Taylor's only contact

as a stewardess on his flights.

Her knowledge of Spanish is a must for the job.

Well, how hard is it to say, "Si, señor"?

What does Dan Mason want us to do, Charlie?

Crack the smuggling ring

that stashed the heroin on his flight.

Dan's sister, Lori,

was the stewardess on the plane.

There were two kilograms of heroin taped to her body...

And 20 kilos stowed in the fuselage.

It was a real shock to Dan to find out

that Lori was an addict.

Any prime suspects, Charlie?

One big one...

The owner of the charter airline

Dan and Taylor fly for...

Frank Bartone.

Bartone is a highly respected citizen of Mazatlan,

but Mexican authorities think he could be one

of the heaviest producers of illicit drugs.

Word is that lately Bartone

has been pressed by a new rival.

A man known only as Escobar.

So far there is no case against Bartone,

and with his influence and wealth,

it's almost impossible for the Mexican police

to penetrate his organization.

And, uh, that's where we come in, Charlie?

Where policemen fear to tread?

I'm afraid so, Angels.

This is Bartone's daughter, Maria.

She's into swimming and Bartone will turn to anybody

who can help her become a champion.

How's your breaststroke, Jill?

Oh, I thought you'd never ask, Charlie.

Just swim in that water, Jill. Don't drink it.

Bosley has your assignment packets,

so, bueno viaje, Angels.

Any chance we might see you down south, Charlie?

I'm afraid I'm, I'm snowed in here at Aspen, Angels...

But it's not all bad.

My suite offers a magnificent view

of the local natural formations. Oh.

And it's uncanny how they bring to mind

the majestic slopes of Switzerland.

Good morning.

Jim?

Hi.

Prompt and pretty.

Dan's always had great taste in women,

but a female detective? That's a new twist.

I hope you know your business.

Well, thanks very much for the vote of confidence, Jim.

Sorry. But I have been thinking about what happened to Dan

and the question you've been asking me before...

And?

My hunch is that the heroin

found on Dan's flight was not smuggled.

Frank Bartone?

I think Bartone's been shipping it himself.

Wouldn't that be pretty dangerous on his own airline?

Not really. You see, Bartone has each pilot

sign an independent charter agreement before every flight.

So that legally you're renting the plane

every time you fly for him?

That's right.

So when Dan went down, Bartone was clean.

Dan was responsible for the aircraft

and everything on board.

Wow. Including his sister.

Yeah.

Poor Lori.

Dan and I got her the stewardess job

on the airline I guess about eight months ago.

It wasn't too long before she was a steady

at Bartone's mansion.

And that's where she got hooked on smack.

How do I qualify a stewardess?

Oh, that's easy.

You've got all the qualifications

that Bartone cares about.

But just to avoid questions,

we'll make like we've got something going together.

That should be easy...

Oh, that's Wendy Green.

She'll be your co-stewardess on the plane.

Might as well start playing our parts, huh?

Okay, I think you've made your point.

She tracked us like a radar screen.

Good.

She'll spread the word faster than Western Union.

Come on, I'll show you around.

Any more from the man you caught last night?

Just what I reported this morning.

He definitely works for Escobar.

The boys are still working on him.

Good.

Who's that?

Exquisite.

Uh, Nick, don't forget that phone call.

Let's go, girls.

Welcome to Mazatlan.

Vacation?

Common tourist-type...

A schoolteacher on holiday.

Oh, what kind of teacher?

Barclay School for Girls in Los Angeles.

Oh, a school for young ladies, this is very good.

Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Frank Bartone.

Kelly Garrett.

Nice meeting you.

And I promise to protect you from the evils of Mazatlan.

If I can engage you as my own private "teacher."

Well, I've read about you, Mr. Bartone,

and, uh, I don't think you need a "teacher" for anything.

Oh, propaganda, Kelly.

Just propaganda.

Actually, I'm a very gentle man.

But I insist you join me for lunch.

Yes? Come.

Okay.

Speak of the devil.

Here comes one of your fellow countrymen to vouch for me.

Flight Control said you wanted to see me

as soon as we touched down, Mr. Bartone.

You're just in time to give me a character reference.

Whatever you've heard... Believe it.

Santa Maria!

I'm Jim Taylor, this is Sabrina Duncan.

How do you do? Hello. How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Kelly Garrett.

Hi. Hi.

Kelly, would you like to pour Miss Duncan

a glass of champagne?

And, ladies, please excuse us.

We'll be right back. Oh, of course.

Okay.

Champagne?

Yes.

There you go.

Well, I knew you were fast, kiddo,

but moving in as hostess for the big man on the first day

has got to be a record.

It must be my bikini. This style is called "Bottoms Up."

If you'd worn the one Charlie had given you,

he'd have proposed by now.

Well, every time I wear it I get proposals.

But not of marriage.

What's with Jill?

She's made an overnight splash

with the local swimming buffs.

She should be here.

She's going to swim a private exhibition race

with the swimmer who's been coaching Bartone's daughter.

Where? Here.

Oh, how'd you do with your fly boy?

I don't know.

There's something not quite right.

The vibes just aren't right. I like him...

But I really don't know.

We are convinced that this man who calls himself "Escobar"

is responsible for the crash.

And I promise you he will pay for it.

Fine. But first you've got to find him.

Any new leads?

Yeah. We picked up one of his men last night.

Did he talk?

He admitted Escobar planted the hijacker on my plane.

Did he?

Taylor, I run a very honest airline.

No dope, no smuggling. I want you to know that.

Sure, Mr. Bartone, whatever you say.

That's right. Whatever I say.

The new stewardess, where did you find her?

Coast Airlines.

San Francisco.

She was fine on the trial trip. I'd like to keep her.

I don't blame you.

Miss Duncan?

The captain wishes you to stay on permanently.

Would you like that?

Very much.

In spite of the terrible accident we had recently?

Well, Mr. Bartone, I'm a fatalist.

I've always believed when it's time to go, it's time to go.

Isn't that funny, I feel exactly the same way.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, Maria.

How are you? Join us, sit down.

This is my daughter, Maria.

Sabrina, Kelly. Hi.

Loretta and the American swimmer are ready for the race,

Mr. Bartone. 100 meters.

I told them you put up a $1000 purse, winner-take-all.

Good.

Who are they, Mr. Bartone?

One is Maria's coach.

The one in the white cap is an American girl,

Jill Munroe.

She was a ranking swimmer in college.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Loretta says she was known

for her finishing kick.

That is what you must learn, Maria.

To finish off your opponent.

The real champion must have the killer instinct.

I try, Papa.

Try harder, my love.

Ready, girls?

Get set.

What a fantastic time!

I think my Maria just got a new coach.

I want to go to congratulate her.

Excuse me a second.

Bad news: Escobar's man... The boys tried too hard.

He's dead.

Stupid! Just stupid!

Dump the body where it's easy to find.

Whomever Escobar is, I want him to get the message

right, loud and clear.

Another thing.

Get on the phone to Los Angeles and San Francisco.

Check out Kelly Garrett at the Barclay School

and Sabrina Duncan at Coast Airlines.

Do it right now!

Townsend Investigations.

Bosley speaking.

Mr. Bosley, this is Julia Barclay...

Of Barclay School for Girls.

I've received a telephone inquiry from Mexico

in reference to the employment of a Miss Kelly Garrett.

The caller refused to identify himself...

Appalling manners...

But I nonetheless responded to his questions

precisely as Charlie requested.

Thank you, Miss Barclay.

Oh, and by the way, I want you to know

that Charlie's annual donation to the Library Fund

is on its way.

Splendid, Mr. Bosley.

I don't know what we'd do

without Charlie's continued generosity.

It's from the heart, Miss Barclay.

Charlie feels that all girls should be well-rounded.

Oh, hello, operator?

I'd like to place a person-to-person call

to Mazatlan, Mexico.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Bartone, thanks very much for the job.

Sabrina, if we're going to make that flight,

we better check into operations.

You've got a very interesting woman here, Jim.

I want to know more about her.

Bring her tomorrow night to the party.

Why, how nice!

Fine. Come on.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You've got your invitation to the mansion,

now why don't you get a chill and give me a chance!

Because I'm hungry!

Will you get out of here!

Excuse me.

I think I'll go take a hot shower.

You know my goose bumps are so big,

I can't tell which ones are the real me.

Ciao, Mr. Bartone...

My car will call for you at 5, Miss Munroe.

Oh, thank you.

I hope you are not going to desert me too, Kelly.

Looks like you'll have plenty of company

with your new house guest...

If you every get her dry.

I was planning to extend the same invitation to you.

Ah, no.

I'm afraid I can't accept...

After all, we've only known each other a few hours.

The eternal cry of the American female.

All right.

If you won't stay at the house,

at least let me have your things moved

to my private suite here at the hotel.

Sorry, Mr. Bartone.

I've kind of gotten used to my own little room.

I'm sure it's very charming.

Perhaps you'll invite me to visit.

Perhaps.

I'm sorry, Kelly, but I have to go.

But I want you to promise to come

to my party tomorrow night.

Okay. I'll be there.

You and I have some unfinished business.

I hate unfinished business.

I called the airline and the Barclay School.

Both girls are for real.

Kelly Garrett intrigues me. But still worries me.

There is something too smooth, too sure.

I don't know.

Boy, that new stewardess is sure a knockout, huh?

Boy, it's going to be a pleasure

to fly with Taylor now.

Yeah, Lori was starting to look like a junkie.

It was fortunate she was killed in the plane crash.

She was mainlining and beginning to talk too much.

Hey, what about the Culiacán lab?

Now you promised Steiner he could close it down

for a month after tonight's shipment.

He wants to visit his wife in the States.

No, not until we replace the 22 kilos

we lost in the crash.

If we don't supply our distributors, this Escobar will.

Well, can't our other lab help out?

It can barely meet its own production schedule.

You lean on Steiner as hard as you have to...

And be extra careful tonight.

Escobar is more dangerous than the police.

Okay, I should be back here

between 2 and 3 a.m. with the stuff.

Oh, and tonight is the last time we use my house.

Why? You think the cops are getting close?

Colonel Morales is not a stupid man.

But more important, Maria's growing up,

and getting very inquisitive.

The new shipment will be much safer.

I just bought a small building in the name of a dead man.

If the police ever knock it over,

the trail ends on the spot.

Beautiful.

Hey, talking about beauty,

don't forget to pick up Maria's new instructor

at the hotel at 5.

Yeah, maybe I'll show up early

and teach Miss Munroe a few new strokes.

Who is it?

Just a little ol' Texas schoolmarm.

Come right in.

Hi. Hi.

I think I'm getting to Bartone

by playing goody-two-shoes.

He insists I make the scene at his bash tomorrow night.

Oh, good.

He's sending a car for me in about an hour.

I hope he likes nosey house guests.

Don't push your luck, Jill.

Just try and pinpoint places he might possibly

hide records of his operation.

Okay.

Hey, do you know if Sabrina managed to sign on

to move her tail for Bartone's airline?

She did...

But the way he looked her over,

I think he's after more than coffee, tea, or milk.

Yes?

Nick Doyle.

Mr. Bartone sent me.

Uh, I'm not ready yet.

Yeah, I know.

I got a message for you from Mr. Bartone.

Go.

Okay.

Just a minute.

Hey, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm in my towel,

not a hostess gown. What do you want?

Hey, relax.

Listen, we've got over an hour?

I thought we might get to know each other.

Yeah, I understand what you're saying.

But I'm not selling

what you're buying.

Well, you might after you try a sample.

This may boggle your mind, Mr. Doyle,

but I was just getting to know someone else.

He's a very Mexican gentleman. And old-fashioned, you know?

Duels and that sort of thing?

Yeah, okay, I'll, uh...

I'll catch you later.

I'm sure you will, Mr. Doyle.

You do lead an exciting life, Jill.

Where would I have been without you?

Up to your peaches, baby.

Oh, I know. He's waiting in the lobby for me now.

I have to go get in the car with him.

I wonder what it's going to be like

getting out of a car going 40 miles an hour?

Count your blessings.

Sabrina's entertaining him tonight at 10,000 feet.

Oh, no. See you later.

Okay, now forget the normal turnaround.

We'll return to Mazatlan as soon as I get back.

And keep your eyes open.

I don't want any of Escobar's boys

along as surprise passengers.

Sounds like Escobar's really got Doyle worried.

Yeah. Bartone too.

The car is in the parking lot.

Let's go.

I want to keep Doyle in my back pocket all the way.

I haven't seen my wife in two months, Doyle.

Yeah, well, if you don't hang in here and crank out

another 25 kilos, you won't ever see her.

I don't like to be threatened.

For a guy with a PhD, Steiner, you're pretty stupid.

Now get the case packed so I can get out of here.

Come on, we better get back to the field.

He'll be waiting for us.

Not until I see what's inside this building.

But we can't pick this lock. It's an inside deadbolt.

Well, here goes nothing.

What are you going to do?

Well, like the man said,

"When in doubt, attack." Sabrina!

Oh, what does he want now?

You can't...

Go over there, and get down. You're crazy!

What did you forget?

I don't speak Spanish.

Oh, neither do I. At least not very well.

Listen, I hate to bother you,

but my boyfriend and I were on the way to the airport,

and we had a fight and he dropped me off

and I wondered if I could use your phone

to call a cab, please?

Of course.

Please come in.

Thank you. The phone is over there.

Where did you say the phone is?

Over here.

Oh.

Now, what's your name?

Uh, Fibbersmith... Angela Fibbersmith...

And you're a stewardess, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

And you're flying tonight?

Yeah, and I'm going to be late if I don't get going.

All right.

I'll drive you to the airport.

I'm sure Mr. Doyle would like to talk to you.

Oh, that's okay with me.

But listen, if this is your idea of Mexican hospitality,

you're going to lose a lot of tourists.

If you please, my car is outside.

You're making a big mistake.

I just want to get to the airport.

That's exactly where you're going.

This way.

Hold it!

What's going on?

A heroin lab, but I don't think this is the time

to talk about it!

He's going to call Bartone the minute he comes to.

No way. They'd never give him a telephone contact.

Okay. We're late.

What are we going to tell Doyle?

We'll tell him we stopped at a motel. He'll understand that.

Hey. Huh?

How was I?

Terrific! Terrific! Great.

Oh, Maria, don't be afraid. It's Jill.

I thought it was my father.

I heard a noise outside my bedroom

and then I saw you coming downstairs,

I thought you might be sick.

Are you all right?

I'm just worried about my father.

People are saying such terrible things about him

and there are secrets in this house,

things I want to know...

Shh, shh.

He took the key to the wine cellar.

That's what I came here to get.

Jill, I'm afraid there's more down there than wine.

Otherwise, why would he keep the key locked away?

I don't know but the wine cellar can wait till tomorrow.

Come on, let's call it a night.

Jill, I'm so afraid. Will you be my friend?

Oh, Maria, I am your friend.

Come on. It's okay.

Watch your step.

1957 was a very good year.

Yeah. One million dollars a bottle.

Diverting this shipment to Chicago

to replace what we've lost in the crash

will take some of the heat off, but not for long.

The Los Angeles outlets are already pushing

for early delivery of their orders and we haven't got it.

Yeah, that could open the door for Escobar in L.A.

We can't produce any faster than we are now.

We've been forced to harvest the poppies early as it is.

The new fields have just been planted.

We must get Escobar. He can ruin everything!

Everything!

Uh, Maria. You want to talk about last night?

I don't know where to start.

I love my father.

He gives me everything.

But he's also a very hard man.

He divorced my mom when I was about five.

She gave up her rights to me

just so that I could have the things that he could offer.

I only get to see her maybe two or three times a year.

You miss her?

Very much.

You know finding out the truth can hurt you both... A lot.

I can't help it.

I have to know.

Well, I'd better get it in gear

or I'll never make the party tonight.

Jill?

Thanks for everything.

You're an angel.

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

Colonel Morales commands the Narcotics Division

of the State Police.

His helicopter teams have already destroyed

hundreds of poppy and marijuana fields.

Unfortunately, it's an endless task.

And seemingly hopeless.

Allow me to buy you a drink.

Ladies, if you will permit me?

As long as you don't disappear forever.

With such beauty awaiting my return?

How could I?

Excuse us.

Permíso. Sure.

We've got to talk.

Bosley called. There's a balcony off the ballroom.

Let's go back there.

Okay. Okay.

We've got to go to work. Can you cover for me?

Sure, Bartone serves a lot of San Leone wine.

Don't forget you're looking specifically for burgundy.

Vintage 1957.

Right.

Right on schedule, Stewardess Duncan.

The only way to fly.

Tacky, Sabrina. Very tacky.

Thank you.

What did Bosley say?

Charlie's been trying to get a line

on the mysterious Señor Escobar.

But so far nothing.

He has a theory, though.

He thinks Escobar's a little operator

trying to crash the big time.

He figures the attempted hijack had a double purpose:

To leave Bartone's U.S. connection high and dry,

and to move in on them with Bartone's own heroin.

So the ultimate bust of Bartone

would be across the border in the United States.

With heroin in his possession.

Well, Bosley thinks there's as much chance of luring Bartone

across the border, as there is of Charlie joining the Gay Lib.

I don't buy that.

I think Bartone can be had if we come up with the right bait...

Well, in the meantime, we have zilch evidence.

Okay. So what we have to come up with is 12 bottles of wine

that Doyle delivered here last night.

Now they're corked, sealed and labeled

"San Leone Vineyards, Burgundy, Vintage 1957."

But I don't even like wine.

You'll like these bottles.

They're filled with heroin crystals.

Where do we start looking?

Oh, in the wine cellar.

I mean, isn't that where you keep wine?

It may be locked.

But I know where the key is.

You do get around, Jill.

Okay, I'll go with Jill. I know what we're looking for.

Now you keep Bartone off our backs, okay?

It's not your backs he's after.

Well, now we know where to come in case of an air raid.

I'll drink to that.

Oh, Kelly's right. You are tacky tonight.

Fine.

Excuse me, please.

Señor Bartone.

Sorry, but I have to go to the wine cellar.

Oh, I was hoping you would consider attending

to something more pressing,

like you and I on the dance floor?

It is very difficult to refuse an invitation like that,

but I must for the moment.

However, I shall be back in a minute.

Colonel Morales?

Would you be so kind to dance with this lovely lady?

Delighted.

Shall we? Excuse me.

Jill!

Ole!

Good. Jackpot?

Right.

Let's see if all 12 are here.

Hang on to this.

Oh, I'm so... The key.

What are we going to do?

Well, we're going to clean it up.

Find Doyle. Send him to the wine cellar, a hora!

Si, señor.

Boy.

I'll try to find something to put it in.

Looking for the swimming pool, Miss Munroe?

You have exactly one minute before Mr. Doyle

puts a bullet into that pretty head of yours.

She must be a cop.

I work for Escobar.

Oh, you almost ran into him yesterday

when you forced yourself into my hotel room.

How interesting.

Come.

And where would I find your employer, Miss Munroe?

You see, it's a matter of life or death.

Yours.

He'll be in Los Angeles tomorrow afternoon

for a meeting with your heaviest connections.

That's a lie.

Only an idiot would cross the border.

Did he tell you their names?

No. Just that he was meeting them

because they said you couldn't supply them anymore.

And they'll believe him.

Since the crash, everyone believes!

Where is the meeting?

I told you, Los Angeles.

Where in Los Angeles?

Oh, gee, isn't that funny. I just plumb forgot.

Don't get cute.

I am not playing games, Miss Munroe.

Neither am I, Mr. Bartone.

All I want is a little running money.

Like $50,000?

Let's waste her.

Send her back to Escobar like we did the last one.

And lose your chance to find Escobar?

Oh, I think Mr. Bartone is much too smart for that.

All right.

I'll give you the $50,000.

Now, where is the rendezvous?

In the L.A. marina. On a boat.

I take you there, you pay me off, I split.

I'll tell you where the boat is after I get my money.

How do we know her whole story isn't a fairy tale?

I can prove it.

You can keep me covered the whole way,

but you have to let me turn some heroin over to my partner

at 6:00 in the morning at the hotel swimming pool.

I mean, that was the plan.

And if it isn't delivered?

Well, then Escobar will know something went wrong.

He'll cancel the whole show.

I don't like it.

No, no.

It's a good test.

We either find out her story's true, or we kill her.

Right, Miss Munroe?

Right, Mr. Bartone.

If it is true, we'll fly to Los Angeles

we'll take two bottles with us.

I want to show them proof that we can supply.

Why don't you let me handle it.

It's too dangerous for you to cross the border.

No, I want them all to know that I'm still the man.

And I want to see Escobar's face.

For the first and last time.

Your friend doesn't show at 6 on the button

and I use your head for target practice.

I said 6 sharp.

I'm going back to the party.

Get some heroin and put it in a bottle for her.

And stay with her until you take her back to the hotel.

Better settle down. We got a nice, long wait.

Oh, that depends on how we spend it.

I mean, it's not the plaza,

but I hear they have a terrific wine list.

Now that's more like it.

We found the heroin. But Jill got caught.

Doyle's got her downstairs in the wine cellar.

What?!

She did some fast talking,

but if we don't move fast she's dead.

Excuse me, Colonel. Señorita?

Yes. Isn't this my dance?

Oh, yes.

Taylor, I think you'd better call it a night.

I beg your pardon.

I want you to handle a very special flight,

tomorrow, early.

Sure, where to?

Los Angeles.

A normal passenger flight, with one exception... Me.

What did you do in the wine cellar?

Crush the grapes?

Kelly, where's Sabrina?

We have to cut.

Colonel Morales has her in custody

on the dance floor.

Now keep smiling, Colonel, all right?

I'm a private investigator from Los Angeles,

and I'd like to make you a proposition.

Oh? Yes.

A gift has arrived for you, Señor.

A gift for me? Bring it in.

A beautiful box.

A big one, huh? Yeah.

Open it, open it.

Colonel Morales!

"An eye for an eye."

Signed, Escobar.

Call the local police.

Si, Colonel. Touch nothing.

I will have to ask you many questions.

Delighted, Colonel. As soon as my guests have gone.

Caballeros, amigos, I suggest we call it a night.

Muy buenas noches.

Kelly...

That's our friend from the heroin lab.

All the way from Culiacán.

We don't have to worry about finding Escobar,

he's finding us.

Miss Munroe? Yes.

You have something for me?

Oh, you bet your burrito!

Escobar. I am to tell you...

What?

I am to say... oh, shoot, I forgot.

Oh, no!

Boat!

He on boat... Sweet Sue.

Oh, I love you!

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you. You were great.

But I... I don't understand.

I say, Sweet Sue, I get wine.

You pay me for wine?

That's how Henry Kissinger does it.

This is it, Jim.

It's a one-way trip for Bartone.

What do you mean?

He's walking right into a set-up.

Come on, I don't want to miss the final.

Well, where's the boat?

Well, before we go any further I want my money.

Where is the boat, Miss Munroe?

Unless you want to die right here.

Well, it's Sweet Sue, slip 22.

Kinda catchy, huh?

Let's go.

I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, Señor Escobar.

The name is Bosley, Mr. Bartone.

And I suggest that you put your weapons down.

The entire area is surrounded by Drug Enforcement Agents

that have waited years for this moment.

So put them down!

Right now!

All right. Hold it.

Hold it!

Get up.

Come on, let's get them out.

Come on!

Hold it right there.

Well, at least it was a beautiful boat.

Yeah, it's great, but next time you borrow it, Boz,

why don't you make it a cocktail cruise?

What I want to know is where's Sabrina?

Everybody all right?

Everything is under control, Sabrina.

A piece of executive organization

that Charlie would be proud of.

Which reminds me, I've got to call him.

You mean, you three are a team?

Just like the Supremes.

You really fooled me.

Me too.

What?

Well, I guess everybody got fooled on this one, didn't they?

Including Escobar.

Where does he come into this?

Right here, I think.

Doesn't he, Jim?

What are you talking about?

Come on, Jim, it's over.

You are Escobar, aren't you?

Oh, come on, you don't mean that.

Oh, yes, I do.

I wish I didn't.

You nearly had me fooled.

And then it hit me this morning.

The night of the party,

when I was looking for the wine...

You reminded me to look for bottles

marked "Vintage 1957."

But you couldn't have known that.

You didn't go in the lab that night.

You never saw the bottles.

And then when the lab operator's body was delivered to Bartone,

then I understood.

You'd flown back the next morning and killed him,

and that's when you read the wine labels.

I'm really sorry you found out.

So am I.

I'm sorry for Dan, and for his sister, Lori.

I'm sure they trusted you too.

No, no, don't.

Okay, don't get nervous.

Dump it.

Into the water.

You, give her the bag. Give it to her!

Now I don't want to hurt you, so don't make any strange moves.

Yeah, just a minute. Hey, Sabrina!

Kelly, the net!

Come on!

Now that is a prize catch!

But, Charlie, how did you manage to ski into a tree?

It was a matter of chivalry, Angel.

Any woman who expends the effort to wriggle

into a pair of pants that tight

deserves the full attention

of every red-blooded male on the slopes.

Oh, let us know if anybody writes anything

juicy on your cast, Charlie.

Charlie, what's the prognosis for Dan Mason's recovery?

Encouraging.

If he wants it bad enough,

he may even fly again.

Have formal charges been filed against Frank Bartone?

In spades, Bosley.

The word is Bartone couldn't even win a leniency appeal

from a lady judge

and an all-woman jury.

Don't count on it.

Oh, is there any news on Maria, Charlie?

I spoke with Colonel Morales yesterday, Jill.

He's personally arranged

for Maria to be re-united with her mother.

She's very happy.

Oh, that's terrific!

How much longer will you be in traction?

Another 10 days at the outside, Angel.

But I have a private room

boasting the most exotic equipment

in physical therapy techniques,

and uh, I make it a point to tackle it

whenever I can rise to the occasion.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting the urge.

Right now...

Oh, Charlie.

Charlie...