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Once upon a time,

there were three beautiful girls.

Oh!

Two of them graduated from the police academy.

The other graduated from a top school for models.

And they each reaped the rewards

of their exciting careers.

But I took them away from all that

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

So you're gonna have to train this hard

if you expect to take the Mr. Galaxy title

away from Chuck Wilde.

Oh, come on, Artie, lay off me.

I've been training hard. Wait a minute.

I'm bigger and I'm more cut than he is.

Let's get to it, Ron. Wait a minute, Artie...

Hey, Chuck Wilde is in peak condition.

You know it and I know it.

You wanna win that title, we gotta work.

Okay, load the bar. Let's do some bench presses.

All right.

Oh, sure, go ahead, lay there.

Let me do all the work.

All right, quit complaining. I'll do it.

Maybe I should enter the contest.

Don't do me any favors. Here.

Artie? Yeah?

Put a little more weight up. Good.

Okay.

Okay.

A good workout, then rest tonight.

Yep.

We're ready. All right.

Okay, champ.

Look out!

And that was just too close for comfort.

And like I said, Charlie,

this is not the first time that Ron almost got hurt, and bad.

And you don't think they were just accidents?

Someone's trying to stop Ron from winning Mr. Galaxy.

Bosley, why don't you fill the Angels in,

starting with Chuck Wilde, the current title holder.

Okay, Charlie.

This is Chuck Wilde.

He started out as a gang member in a rough neighborhood,

took up body building while in prison.

He was released eight years ago and has no record since.

Mr. Wilde has held the Mr. Galaxy title

since he won it SIX years ago.

And he'd be a cinch to win it again

if Ron was not in the competition.

Think he may be trying to eliminate the competition?

Yeah, permanently.

Now, Angels, no conclusion-leaping.

And what about Norman Powers,

Chuck Wilde's manager, Bosley?

I seem to recall some adverse publicity about him.

This is Mr. Powers.

He managed a small gym in Venice where Wilde started training.

Mr. Powers is a notorious gambler,

but always just inside the law.

Yeah, after Chuck won his first title,

Powers smelled big endorsement bucks,

so he latched onto him as his manager.

Then Norman Powers had a big stake

in Chuck keeping the Mr. Galaxy crown.

Oh, yeah.

Is he still managing the Venice gym?

No, now he manages a high-class place

called the Mid-Valley Club.

The owners there would probably throw him out,

but Chuck attracts too many new customers.

Okay, Charlie, who's next?

I'm sure you're all familiar with the name Danny Barr.

Owner of the Center Dome.

Controls local boxing,

and is reputed to have heavy underworld connections.

Nothing to add, Artie, Ron?

Well, after I won the Olympic boxing gold medal,

I signed a management contract with Danny.

He's pretty angry because I quit fighting.

Why would anyone be angry that you quit fighting?

Well, Danny did invest a lot of money in Ron's boxing career.

It must have taken a lot of guts

to walk out on a man like Barr.

And maybe now Mr. Barr is trying to spill them.

Now, that's exactly what we must prevent, Angels.

Kris, you stay close to Ron, keep your eyes open.

Kelly, I've arranged for you

to be a staff reporter on the .. Leading body building magazine.

And, Julie, you and Bosley

are expected at the Mid-Valley Club.

You'd better bone up on .. The use of Nautilus equipment.

Nautilus?

I thought that was the name of an atomic submarine.

Well, you have until 9:00 in the morning

to learn the difference.

Good luck, Angels.

Bye, Charlie. Bye.

What are you doing here, Powers, slumming?

Or you're just checking up on your handiwork, huh?

I heard you had some trouble, Ron.

Artie and I can take care of it.

That's not what I hear.

You know, I've got, uh,

friends who could protect you from accidents.

And who's gonna protect Ron from your friends?

Cool it, Artie.

No thanks, Norman.

I'm staying with Artie.

Well, you know, you're making a mistake

turning down a chance for big money,

a modern place to train.

Well, it's your funeral.

Figuratively speaking, of course.

What were you doing with Ron Gates?

Chuck, what are you so upset about?

Don't give me that act. You cooking something up with Gates?

What would I be cooking up?

Don't lie to me, I saw you.

You saw me? What were you doing there?

Never mind.

I'll see you later, Mr. Manager.

Danny.

Hello, Ronnie.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean, what am I doing here?

I got an interest in the Mr. Galaxy contest

that's being held in my arena.

And I got an interest in you winning the contest...

because after you become Mr. Galaxy,

you're gonna come back and box for me. Right, Ronnie?

I can't fight anymore, Danny.

Look, Ronnie,

I understand you've been having a little trouble.

Now, if you were still with me

I could protect you from the people trying to hurt you.

Danny, please let me buy my contract back from you, okay?

It is not the contract.

It's pride. You hurt my pride!

Besides, I let you walk out on me,

every stumblebum in town thinks I'm an easy pushover.

Danny, you know that's not... Don't say anything!

I'm gonna give you a minute

to talk it over with your advisor here.

If I don't like the answer,

then you're gonna talk to the boys here.

Well, Ronnie?

It's no good.

No, Danny, I can't fight anymore.

All right, show him.

Hey, wait a minute. No, no, please, stop.

Stop it. Please. Stop.

Stop it.

Everybody, stay right where you are.

Real still.

Move off.

What have we here? Wonder Woman?

Doesn't matter who I am, mister.

This gun's loaded. Move.

Okay, okay.

Come on, let's go.

Let's leave him with his mother.

You all right, Artie? Yeah.

Did they hurt you? No, I'm okay.

You all right? Yeah, thanks.

Artie? Yeah, thank you.

Why didn't you fight back?

Forget it, please, Kris.

Well...

Well, who were those guys?

Don't ask, Kris.

Nice place you got here, Artie.

Isn't there some place else you could train?

Yeah, the Mid-Valley Club, but Chuck Wilde trains there.

I'm all right here.

It's only a couple of days till the contest anyway.

Hi, Selena.

How are you?

New girlfriend, Ron?

She's pretty.

And I sure hope that she's luckier than I am.

That is not fair, Selena. Now what do you want?

Hey, Artie, I just wanted to find out

if Ron was okay, that's all.

I'm fine, Selena.

How's Tommy?

You don't have to worry about Tommy.

I'm taking real good care of him.

Look, I would've been to visit him,

but I've been training. Maybe after...

Look, it doesn't matter anymore.

You've done enough already, okay?

I mean, you got to watch out for yourself now.

Hey, Ron's got to work out, huh?

Now, if there's anything we can do,

let us know, we'll do it.

Sure, Artie.

Oh, I will.

You take good care of yourself, Ron.

Who was that?

Tommy Hansen's wife.

Who's Tommy Hansen?

Okay. I know. "Don't ask, Kris."

Ron, why don't we go for a little ride

and get some fresh air?

Maybe clear your head a little bit.

We can talk about it if you want to.

If you don't want to, we don't have to talk about it.

Yeah, I think that's a great idea.

That way I'll get the place cleaned up here

by the time you get back, you can get in a good workout.

Okay: Come on.

All right, I guess you deserve an explanation.

I had six professional fights.

I won five by knockout.

The sixth fight was tough.

No matter what I hit this guy with,

he just kept coming back and back.

Finally, I unloaded my best punch

and I knocked him out of the ring.

That's what it's all about, huh?

That's the point, Kris. Tommy Hansen.

He didn't regain consciousness for a week.

He's still got a lot of problems.

He's my friend and I almost killed him.

I'll never hit anyone ever again.

I can't do it.

But this isn't the same thing. Those guys are animals.

I don't care, Kris. I can't. I can't do it.

But they were hurting Artie.

They could have killed you.

I don't understand.

What's that fool doing?

What's going on?

I wish we could've been more help to the police.

Those dark windows, I couldn't see the driver.

Did you get a license number? No, it happened too fast.

But I did see a decal in the window.

Could you make it out?

I couldn't read it, but it was one of those birth signs.

A ram.

Aries.

That would be impossible to trace.

Listen, they want to take an x-ray of my head,

make sure I don't have a concussion.

You want me to go with you?

No. Why don't you stay and wait for the tow truck?

I'll call Bos, he can pick me up.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah, I'm ready.

No, no, mister.

The idea is for you to work the machine,

not for it to work you.

I think you better tell that to the machine.

How do I get out of here? Let me help you.

You got too much weight on you.

Yeah, well, I want to build up quickly.

I just may want to enter that Mr. Galaxy contest.

You think you got a chance?

Sure, sure.

A little training, I think I could

probably take that Chuck Wilde character.

You look like a fellow who knows his way around a gym,

you wanna help me train?

Sure, pal, but first,

let's get you back in the machine.

Oh, yeah.

Heavy.

Hi, I'm Julie. Good.

You must be my lunch relief.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am.

Great, because I'm late.

I gotta go meet my boyfriend.

Sally, will you get Chuck Wilde in here, please?

Yes, Mr. Powers.

Hi, I'm Julie Rogers.

Uh, Sally's lunch relief.

Oh, okay. Okay, fine.

Hello, Mr. Powers' office.

Just a minute, please.

Mr. Powers, there's a Mr. Mason on line two.

Thank you, Julie, and please close my door.

What am I paying you for?

It's tougher than I thought, Powers.

It can't be that tough, he's done it before.

There've been complications. Just have patience.

I don't need patience. I need results, and now.

Oh, Mr. Wilde...

You can go right in.

Oh, Chuck, good. I've got some papers here for you to sign.

Releasing me from your management, I hope.

Releasing you? Chuck, baby, why would I release you?

We've been a good team.

Maybe so you can manage the new Mr. Galaxy.

Isn't that what you were talking about with Ron Gates?

What are you saying, Chuck?

You'll win the title again, I'm sure of it.

You better be sure of it

because I'm not signing any more papers until I'm sure.

Listen, you're just upset.

I'm buying lunch. Come on.

It'll take more than that to solve our problem.

Don't worry about it. We'll find a way.

Hi, Charlie, it's Julie.

Come in.

Mr. Barr, I called earlier for an interview.

I'm Kelly Garrett.

Oh, yeah.

You're that reporter from Healthfare Magazine.

Look, forgive my curiosity,

but why would Healthfare be interested in me?

And more important, Miss Garrett,

why would one of Charles Townsend's operatives

be interested in me?

It couldn't have escaped your notice

that Ron Gates has been involved

in some very mysterious accidents recently?

And you're gonna try to pin them on me. Is that right?

I'm trying to discover the truth, Mr. Barr.

The truth, Miss Garrett,

the truth is if I wanted that bum dead, he'd be dead.

You get that?

End of interview.

You can call off your brave bulls, Mr. Barr.

I'm leaving.

We didn't even get a license number.

I mean, we were absolutely of no help to the police.

Ron went back to the gym.

I'm gonna go back there now and get my car.

Okay, I'll drive you.

Great.

Good, I'll head back to the office

and see what Charlie Horse...

I mean... Oh, you know what I mean.

Charlie Horse?

Oh, Bos.

Hey!

Hey!

Ron?

Artie?

Yeah, is that you, Kris?

Where's Ron? Is he okay?

Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. We just had a great workout.

He's upstairs taking a Jacuzzi now. Why?

Something is wrong.

Somebody was just walking out of here with a tool kit...

Where's the Jacuzzi? Upstairs to the right.

What's the matter?

No, questions now. Come on.

Wait.

Hey, what an honor.

A visit from the number one contender.

Come on, Chuck. We didn't come here to start trouble.

We just need a place to train.

The rats scare you out of your own place?

Yeah, the two-legged rats, but you know all about that.

What do you mean by that crack, little man?

He didn't mean anything, Chuck. Come on.

Look, Chuck, what is it?

Are you worried that Ron is gonna show you up or something?

I can outlift him the best day he ever had.

Talk is cheap.

Come on, Artie, we don't need this.

Maybe your boy is scared to lift a little.

Hey, take your best shot. Let's see what you got.

Let's see.

Okay, how much is on there?

Two hundred.

Let's put some real weight on there and see.

Go ahead.

Wait a minute, Ron. Couple more dimes?

Yeah, why not?

Guys, another ten each.

What do you two think you're doing?

I don't care what you do to yourself, Ron,

but Chuck's gotta be in top shape for the contest.

Come on, let's break this up.

Hey, some guy left this for you at the front desk.

Come on, come on, let's get out of here.

"Must have the rest of the money.

I'll be waiting for you at the studio."

When Mr. Wilde gets to the studio,

we'll be there waiting for him.

Come on.

Hi, Chuck.

I'll bring you the money after I win the contest.

They want it now.

It's the best I can do.

You gotta help me, Wheeler. It's important.

I'll do my best, but no promises.

Thanks, Wheeler. I'm counting on you.

Shh. Here they come.

Wait a sec till they get clear.

Okay, you go check inside. See what you can find.

I'll follow Wheeler. Okay.

What do you think you're doing there?

I'm with the Board of Estimates.

I'm checking out this property.

You're not with any Board. What do you want?

What is this?

You don't look like one of the street toughs from around here.

You're not a cop, are you?

Right, I'm a police officer.

So you better return my gun.

No, lady. You're no cop. You broke in here.

That isn't legal. Drop it.

Hey, what's going on? Who are you two?

What are we gonna do with him?

There's a bathroom back there. Let's put him in there.

You can't do this.

I'm gonna borrow these for a little while, okay?

You won't get away with this.

Come on, get in.

Come on, let's go. Okay.

Excuse me. Can you tell me where Mr. Barr's office is?

I have an appointment with him. Sure, miss.

Right over there, but he isn't in.

Thanks.

Wait a minute. Hold it.

Well, if it isn't the pistol-packing momma.

I'm sure you're looking for something? Maybe we can help.

You're too kind.

What do you think we should do with her, Carl?

Maybe we should just shoot her for trespassing.

I can't stand nosy broads.

I think maybe the boss would like to see her.

Yeah, let's lock her up in the storeroom

till we pick up Danny.

Come on, now, don't make it rough on yourself.

Maybe the boss will be kind to you, but we won't.

I'm getting a lot of attention

from Charles Townsend and Associates.

You wanna tell me why?

I think you already know what our interest is in you.

Look, maybe you don't understand.

I'm a businessman.

As far as I'm concerned, Ron Gates is a bad investment.

I already wrote him off.

Well, there's a law against writing people off your way.

Look, lady, there's also a law against breaking and entering.

My people found you going through papers

in a private locked office.

So call the police.

Or do you have something to hide?

Oh, dames!

You give me a swift pain.

Keep her locked up here.

We'll figure out what to do with her

after the contest.

You two stay here with her.

Don't let her do anything smart.

What's that you're reading, Bos?

Oh, uh, this?

I just thought I should bone up on how it's done.

Oh, you're planning to become an iron pumper, Bosley?

You never can tell.

I just might challenge Mr. Galaxy.

Hello, Charlie, is that you?

Yes, Bosley. Are we all together?

All except Kris.

We're to meet her later at the Center Dome.

All right, then. I've got some information for you.

First Mr. Wheeler,

the man Chuck Wilde was meeting with.

He's a real estate agent

with whom Chuck's been negotiating

to build a facility ...for underprivileged youngsters.

Mr. Wheeler was very understanding, Angels,

considering you'd put him in the washroom.

Well, it was only a small washroom.

As for Norman Powers,

I checked that ledger page you found, Julie.

He's been borrowing from Chuck's account

to pay his gambling debts.

Now he's trying to get a loan from Mr. Mason

to pay Chuck back.

So he's immoral, but he's not a killer.

Well, that leaves only Danny Barr.

But we still don't have any proof.

Well, the answers could be at the Center Dome,

and Kris is alone there.

Right, Charlie. We're on our way.

I'd better stay here. Kris might call.

Okay.

Kelly, wait.

What is it?

Remember the description of the car Kris gave us?

The one that tried to run her and Ron off the road?

Right, a dark sedan with smoked windows.

She couldn't see the person inside.

And it had an Aries decal on the window.

It's right next to Kris' car. She must have seen it.

We better get her. Wait,

get the license number. I'll give it to Charlie

and have him call it in to the DMV.

619 UPL.

619 UPL. Okay. All right.

There he is. Okay.

Artie, have you seen Kris?

No. No, Kelly. What's up?

We were supposed to meet her here a half an hour ago.

No, we ain't seen her.

All contestants, take your positions

on the stage for the heavyweight event.

All contestants, places, please.

That's us. That's our cue.

Good luck. Thanks.

We better get out there and look for her.

She may have run into trouble.

I'll check the audience.

Keep an eye open for Barr too. I'll try his office.

Okay, meet you back here. All right.

Here they are, ladies and gentlemen,

the heavyweights for the judging

of this year's Mr. Galaxy.

Chuck Wilde, here to try

for his seventh consecutive title.

This year, Chuck has some very stiff competition.

You are now seeing Ron Gates

going through his preliminary posing routine.

Ron has won several international competitions

and is very popular here tonight.

He's one of those body builders

who advocates the natural method of training.

No steroids or chemicals of any kind.

Just lots of hard workouts

with heavy weights and many reps.

Bravo!

Thomas Muhammad, looks very good again this year.

Thomas has been our runner-up several times.

Bravo!

That's Goldy Carne

who recently won the Mr. Midwest title.

Goldy looks very good tonight, folks.

And he's always been a favorite here.

Mr. Barr.

Mr. Barr.

What can I do for you, young lady?

I was supposed to meet a friend of mine here,

but I can't find her. Well, it's a pretty big place.

Maybe you better look in the lost and found.

No, really. She said she was coming to see you.

She's about 5-foot-3, blonde hair, real pretty.

Her name is Kris.

I haven't seen anything looking that good in a long time.

Honey, I'm late, I'm sorry. But...

And look at Chuck Wilde.

/It's no surprise that he's held the title of Mr. Galaxy

for six consecutive years.

This contest isn't over yet, folks.

Chuck has his work cut out for him tonight.

Here's Big Phil Fine.

Just look at that definition.

Phil's a top contender again this year.

Watch as he flexes those back and neck muscles.

Phil is in top form.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

there'll be a brief intermission.

After that, the final judging for the title Mr. Galaxy.

Kelly.

Isn't that Kris' bag?

Yeah, I found it in Danny Barr's office,

but no Kris.

What? That creep.

I just met him in the hall. He said he hadn't seen Kris.

Is there anything missing?

Her gun and ID.

Let's tell Ron.

Ron, we can't find Kris. We've looked everywhere.

Do you have any idea where she could be?

Kelly, Julie, listen.

The car that ran Kris and Ron off the road

was rented to a Selena Hansen.

To Selena?

Oh, no.

Where can we find her?

She works in the box office.

Hey, where are you going? Never mind.

Next event? If I'm not back,

start without me. I'm not winning by default.

I'm going with you to make sure. All right, come on.

Selena, wait up.

What's going on?

Some questions we need answers to quick.

You rented a car from Ace Car Rental Company?

Yeah, last week for Mr. Barr.

Where's Barr now?

Gee, I don't know. He was here a few minutes ago.

Selena, is there a place in this building

that Danny keeps locked?

A place no one else has a key to?

That could be Storeroom C.

He won't let anyone in there except Frank and Carl.

Where is it?

Down the stairs, second corridor on the right.

Okay. Thank you.

You might as well sit down and relax, gorgeous.

You aren't going anywhere until the boss figures out what to do.

Then you might not be going anywhere.

So Mr. Barr is the one responsible

for the attempts on Ron Gates' life?

The big jerk never should have double-crossed Danny.

Shut up, Carl. You too, lady. Sit down.

I said sit down.

Or what?

Don't make it tough on...

Hold it.

All right.

Thanks for that.

No, thank you.

All right. Let's go.

It looks like the judges are having a tough time

deciding on this event.

Chuck Wilde is in his best form.

And the newcomer Ron Gates posing now

is right up there with him.

The judges have looked at Ron twice.

Now they want Chuck to pose again.

This is the closest race ever

for the Mr. Galaxy title, folks.

And the judges have given their decision.

After six years, lady and gentlemen,

a new Mr. Galaxy:

Mr. Ron Gates.

Yeah, yeah!

Well, I guess that does it.

Yeah, I guess we better escort the champ to his car

turn Carl and Frank over to the police,

and let them find Danny Barr. Okay.

We'd better wait outside while these monsters change.

Yeah, right.

Yeah!

Ron! Ron, look out!

Ron!

Ron!

Mm, Bosley, where'd you learn to make this fruit punch?

Chuck Wilde gave me the recipe.

Another bad boy gone good.

We certainly had him figured wrong.

Yes, we did, Angels.

Chuck has teamed up with Ron and Artie.

And together, ...they're going to build that gym

for the underprivileged youngsters.

And Danny Barr will have to conduct

his sports empire from a jail cell.

Well, I hope he'll be a good sport about it.

Well, Charlie, all's well that ends well.

No truer words were ever spoken.

I'll get it.

I have a delivery for Mr. Bosley.

Uh, yeah, right this way.

You're kidding. Oh, my.

What is this? Christmas?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let's see.

"To the next Mr. Galaxy.

Your managers, Chuck and Ron."

That's great.

Get on, try it.

Try it out.

Chuck and Ron, they think of everything.

Oh!