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CHARLIE: Once upon a time,

[here were three little girls
who went [a 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.

[N]

And then I switched
the benefit in Chicago

with your personal
appearance in Cincinnati,

and that way,

you can do the one-nighter
in New York

on your way home
from London,

before you hit Vegas

and pick up
that gig in Dallas...

Without doubling back.

Yeah.

Look, Sam, if Ben's
arrangements are satisfactory,

I think we ought to clear up
these contractual matters

concerning your taxes.

Didn't I say never
to mention taxes

while we're having a meal
of any kind?

Okay, I'll sign for you,
all right?

Yeah, go ahead
and sign.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You're him,
aren't you?

Huh? Sammy?

Yes.

Sammy Davis, Jr.!

Yes, I am.

I knew it, I knew it.

It's amazing
that you recognized me

because most people take me
for Paul Newman.

Yeah, Paul Newman.

Oh, Mr. Davis,

could you do me
a favor, please?

Could I have your autograph?

Not for me.
For my sister.

Of course,
it would be my pleasure.

It's never for them,
it's always for their sisters.

I got a pen here
somewhere.

Oh! Oh, God.
I am...

Mr. Davis...
I am sorry.

Don't panic.
Don't worry about it.

Everything's okay.
Don't worry about it.

Everything's
all right.

I've gotta go
to the little boys'

and I'll get this
cleaned up.

Don't worry about it.

Please forgive me.

Let me pay
for your cleaning.

It's not to worry.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute...

Flip Wilson!

I never done
anything clumsy

to a star before.

Just don't worry
about it, sir.

My sister's
gonna kill me.

Well,
that's all right.

My tailor'II
probably kill me

for the coffee stains.

Look, it's okay.

I can take care
of it.

I think I left
my watch in here.

Anybody see it?

Ha, here it is...

Still ticking.

Hey, Flip!

You-- you okay?

CHARLIE: Angels, meet
Ben Brody.

Ben is the business manager
for Sammy Davis, Jr.

He needs our help,
and immediately.

Someone is trying
to kidnap Sammy Davis.

Two hours ago,

and they almost got him
this time.

They used chloroform,
but Sam's okay.

SABRINA: Excuse me,
Mr. Brody.

You said "this time."

You mean they've tried before?

Yes, at the Las Vegas airport,
three weeks ago.

Angels, starting tomorrow,

I want you to keep
a very unobtrusive eye

on Mr. Davis

when he appears as the host
of a charity fashion show

at the Beverly Seville Hotel.

The Beverly Seville
is a very busy place.

It won't be easy
to provide security there.

Well, have the police
been notified?

Yes.

They're doing all they can,
but I need... extra help.

Special help.

I need you.

MAN: And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

Sammy Davis, Jr.!

Thank you, you're beautiful.
Thank you very much.

Welcome, welcome,

to this marvelous charity
affair that we have once a year,

and I'm very proud
to be asked back again

to be your host and emcee,

and if you're like me,
you can't wait

to find out what our designers
have whipped up

to drive everybody
out of their minds this year.

Beginning
with a fashion aperitif...

It's entitled,

"Daytime to Evening
Extraordinaire."

Would you make the ladies
feel comfortable

with a round of applause?

Our models.

[N]

Ben, you know
I don't like arguments,

and it's not really
an argument,

but I think
you should've told me

before you went out
and hired a bodyguard.

I don't know what
I can tell you, Sam.

I care
what happens to you.

Well, so do I,

but these people came
to be entertained, Benny.

They're not involved
with my meshugaas.

Believe me, Sam,
no one will even know.

Oh, I have seen
bodyguards.

I have seen
bodyguards, Ben.

They're all
seven-foot-six,

and they all
have faces

that look like
catchers' mitts.

Oh, Mr. Davis?
Yes?

Excuse me, Kris Munroe,
"On The Spot" News.

Do you think
it would be possible

to get a small interview?

As long as
you let the people know

that we're here
for the Hospital Fund

and we need all
the contributions we can get.

You got a deal.
Okay.

Wonderful.
Right over here.

All right.
Good.

Are you ready?

Right.

It is not fashion alone

that brings
the crowds here

to the Beverly Seville.

It is the desire
to help others,

and every dime
raised here today

will go
to the special treatment wing

of the Children's Clinic,

and here
is one of the stars

to make that
all possible,

Mr. Sammy Davis, Jr.

Thank you,
very, very much.

I would like to say-

You still think
I'm seven-foot-six

with a face
like a catcher's mitt?

What?

Townsend
and Associates.

I'm working for you.

You?

You're working
for me?

Uh-huh.

I think
I'm gonna like this.

Sam, you're on.

We'll
see you later.

You...

That's groovy, man.

Before we go any further,

I would like to remind
everyone in the room

that the big event,

besides the presence
of these ladies,

is our famous
Look-Alike Celebrity Contest,

which will be on
later in the show,

so please hang in for that.

And you husbands,

get your checks ready
because right now...

look out.

Let's see what's new

at the very smartest
cocktail parties.

[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

[N]

Hey, it went good, babe.

All right.

Hey, where's
my bodyguard?

What did I tell you?
Now, who would know?

Excuse me,
I'm sorry.

Please excuse me
for interrupting,

but I am
Sabrina Duncan.

I am
the chairperson--

"chairperson..."

on the Committee
for Giving

and I wondered
how much

I should put you
down for, Mr. Davis.

Put me down?
We gave at the office.

Ben?

Mr. Davis,
Mr. Davis,

please, please,
let me assure you,

you have no obligation
in the world

to contribute.

Okay.

It would be
a very nice gesture.

A nice gestu re?

Yes, it would.

Oh!

Thank you. Thank you.

There you are,
just sign right there.

Mr. Davis, I'm one
of your bodyguards.

If you should see anything
out of the ordinary,

just give me a signal.

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

Bye, now.
Thank you.

That's one
of my bodyguards?

I think
I'm gonna love danger.

Come on.

Mr. Davis?

Wrong!

I'm gonna give you
one last chance,

now, you hear?

Mr. Davis, I'm Kelly,

another one
of your bodyguards.

Ain't that nothing?

"Mr. Davis,
Mr. Davis."

"Sammy Davis, Jr."

What makes you think

I look
like Sammy Davis, Jr.'?

Because let me
tell you something, lady.

First of all,
I am smarter than he is.

God knows
I'm taller than he is,

and when it comes to looks,
whoo!

I'm cool.

He's a fool.

Well, if you're not
Sammy Davis, Jr.,

who are you?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I happen to be
Herbert Brubaker III,

from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

I happen to be president
and owner

of the H and B Boozaterias,

a fine chain
of liquor stores.

Oh, I think I understand,
Mr. Davis.

You prefer to be incognito,
right?

Don't you talk no smut, girl.

I'm a veteran.

Well, I only meant

you didn't
want to be recognized.

Recognized?

Will you come
with me, please?

Come over here.
Let me Show you something.

Now, you look here.

See, that ain't Barbara.

That ain't Burt.

That ain't
Jimmy Durante.

We're all here
for that Look-Alike Contest.

If hadn't been

for my lodge hall
asked me to come here

to hopefully help
the hospital,

I wouldn't be here
myself.

Now, have you got that
perfectly clear?

And who did you say
you were again?

Well, at this moment,
it's not definite.

See you later.

Ladies and gentlemen,

at this time
it becomes my pleasure

to introduce to you
the finalists

in the Celebrity
Look-Alike Contest.

This is what we've all
been waiting for.

Come on,
let's make them feel at home.

SAMMY: First,
Mr. "Inky Dinky Doo" himself,

Marvin Mitchell.

Now our very own
Barbara Streisand,

Miss Sally Wilson.

How about this look-alike
for Mr. Burt Reynolds,

Scott Willoughby.

Finally, ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Herbert Brubaker III.

All right.

[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

Put it down.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Could I-
Could I help you?

Oh, we got a delivery
for Mr. Davis...

May I see some identification
then, please?..

Sure.

Identification,
it doesn't matter,

do you have any...
identification?

Yeah, some gum...

Just a second, please.

Just a second, please!

Bree,
are you all right?

What happened?

Well, I think I just...

I think I just met
the kidnappers.

SAMMY: Ladies and gentlemen,

the judges have decided

on the cat
that looks the most like me--

Mr. Herbert Brubaker III.

Sir, congratulations.
The cup is yours.

L__ l__

I don't want no cup.

You're supposed
to take the cup,

WOMAN: Mr. Brubaker, you won
the look-alike contest.

HERBERT: But you see,
you don't understand.

I don't look like him.

You look exactly
like Mr. Davis.

The judges said so,
Mr. Brubaker.

What?

You do, you do!
Please take the cup.

You think I look like
that turkey?

Take the cup, please.

Okay, I'll take the cup.

[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

[CLAMORING]

It really is.
I thank you very much.

Please give my love
to the ladies, will you?

Oh, I will,
I will.

There you go, darling.

I can't thank you
enough, really.

It was so marvelous.

We can't thank you enough
for coming again this year.

Well, thank you, darling.

That's awfully sweet
of you.

There's just
one small favor--

it's for Mr. Brubaker,
your look-alike.

Oh, yes.

Well, we asked him

if there was anything
we could do

before he went back
to Pittsburgh.

That was probably
a mistake.

Well, it seems
he's heard

about your well-known
collection of automobiles,

and we wondered,

if it wasn't too much
of an imposition,

if you would...

Please, please.
Don't even bother yourself.

He may come over to the house,
see them...

As a matter of fact,
better than seeing them,

I'll let him even drive
the one of his choice.

Oh, how very, very kind
of you, Mr. Davis.

My pleasure.

Thank you so much.

And please remember me

to the rest of the ladies
at the committee.

I will. What a joy it
was to work with you.

See you next year.

Mr. Davis, I'm Kelly,
your third Angel.

Oh, hello, Kelly.

Wait a minute.

You are Sammy Davis,
Jr., aren't you?

Well, let me put it
this way, dear.

We're on our way
to a house,

and if there's a gorgeous
cocoa-brown lady--

ooh, dynamite...

and she looks at me
and goes, "Hey, baby,

what took you so long
to get home?"

then I'm Sam.

[N]

2:00 and all is well.

Thanks, 803.

SAMMY: D What kind
Of clown am I? P

J“ What do I know of life? P

Mm-hmm.

P Why can't I cast away P

P This mask of Way a“

a“ And “we my Me? A“

J“ Why can't I
Fall in love P

J“ Till I don't
Give a damn? J”

Let me hear it.

J“ And maybe then
I'll know ♪

P What kind of fool... J“

P Sting-- P

PIam ♪

Make sure you give me
the sting at the end.

[SAMMY CHUCKLING]

I'll catch you guys tomorrow.
Take care of business for me.

Mafiana.

It's all finished. Ta-dah.

Sammy, I knew
there was more to this

than you let on.

What do you mean?

You know, he even tried

to make out what happened
at the restaurant

was just a couple of drunks
having fun.

Darling,
the only thing

I tried to do
was not get you involved

in something
that wasn't all that important

from the get-go. That's all.

I haven't had one easy minute
since this started.

Kelly, you know what I think?

I think he should
just cancel everything

and we should go away
for a while.

Go-- Go away?

Go away where?

How about Paris?

That'd be a nice place to go.

Oh, sure.
Paris is marvelous, darling,

because nobody knows
me in Paris, you see,

and there's a lot of shops
and you could go shopping,

and--
just one second.

Would you hold that?

Kelly, would you excuse me
just a moment?

Because I think Altovise and I
are about to have

one of the fantastic fights
of all time.

Sure.
I'll wait in the next room.

Thank you, Kelly.

Will you do me a favor
and just relax, Alto?

Everything is groovy.

Sit by me,
over here.

There you go.

That's a bodyguard?

Yeah.

Ninety-eight pounds
of police-trained dynamite.

Just remember
one thing, darling.

What, babe?

Let us not forget
who is protecting whom.

Davis is inside there.
I'm positive.

The others are left,

and there's nobody
outside

but the chauffeur.

They won't be
expecting us

to make our move
so soon, Mr. FIuellen.

It'll be a surprise.

Yeah, you're right,
Georgie.

Nobody
in their right mind

would expect anybody
to bungle a kidnap so bad

and still try again!

Bad luck, that's all.
Bad luck.

You're right.

The bad luck
is all mine, pal...

working
with you two losers.

Okay. We move.

We take out
the chauffeur first,

cut the phone lines,
then inside...

If there's
security people,

waste them.

[SIGHS]

Looks small to me.

Ooh-eel

Oh. I didn't see you.

Kelly didn't tell me
that you were outside.

Kelly who?

The one inside.

Mm. I want this baby.

I love everything
about it

from stem to stem.

I can dig it.

I want it.

This is the one
I want right now.

Oh, well, it's ready.

I mean,
the keys are in it.

After all, I mean,
it is all yours.

Isn't it?
Now, look, uh--

You ready?

Yeah.

All right. Here we go.

I don't think this is a
very good idea, Mr. Davis.

Why don't you
let me call Kelly,

and then she can ride
with you?

I don't need
no Irish person

to help me drive
this car,

and I want you
to do me one favor.

I want you
to stop calling me

"Mr. Davis."

Oh, well, I'm sorry.
Uh... Sam?

Back up.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Look out! The Bru
is on the move!

Ow! Can't stand myself.

It's him.

It's Davis
in that car.

Hey, Kelly!

The kidnappers,
they're after him!

After who?

Oh, wait... Wait a minute!

They're kidnapping
the wrong man!

BOSLEY: They're in a van!

The wrong-- Come on!

Sabrina? Sabrina, come in.

[HONKING]

Woo-eel

All of y'all get
out of the way.

Here comes {he Btu.

You better watch out
what you're doing, fool!

HERBERT:
You must be crazy.

Do you know
you almost hit my car?

Does this car look
like some little turkey thing?

Don't you get rough
with me. Back up.

Now, I am mad enough,
because you came so close,

to try your jaw
go upside your head.

Now, don't you make
no kind of funny--

Don't you make no-

The kidnappers have him.

KELLY: Have who?

The wrong one.

Herbie Brubaker?

The third.

Oh, that poor little guy.

You guys find him, okay?

Whatever it takes,
whatever it costs,

find him.

You know the reason
why that man is in trouble?

Because that poor schlub
happens to look like me.

That's the only reason,

and I feel terrible
about it.

Oh, take it easy, babe.

It's not your fault
that he looks like you.

Listen, believe me,

we understand
how you feel.

We'll do everything
we can to help.

We have a lead
on the two kidnappers.

But we'll need
your cooperation.

Well, of course. Anything.

KELLY: Well,
as we see it,

as long as
the kidnappers think

they have
the real Sammy Davis,

it's in their interests

to keep him alive
and healthy.

Right, at least until
the ransom comes through.

BOSLEY: You see, I feel

that our logical course
of action right now...

is to let the kidnappers
think they've succeeded.

That they kidnapped you.

No, that's--
No, no, no.

That'll
never work, John.

As soon as I show up
in Las Vegas

or as soon as I do
a television show,

or as soon
as I do any gig,

as a matter of fact,

they'll know...

Yeah...

Now I see
where you're coming from.

I don't do Vegas.

I don't do any gigs.

I don't do
no television show.

I don't do nothing
for nobody,

at no time, right?

SABRINA: Right.

You stay
in the house,

out of sight,

and you don't tell
anybody,

not even Ben Brody
or your best friends

that you're actually safe.

Well, you don't
have to worry about Ben.

After all,
that's my main man.

KRIS: Uh...

Sammy, look,
we are in no way

accusing Ben Brody
of anything

but we cannot take
any chances.

BOSLEY:
As much as I hate

to suggest
the possibility, Sam,

this kidnapping scheme

could have been hatched
close to home.

Wow...

That's heavy.

That's really heavy.

ALTOVISE: Hey, babe.

I think you should do
as they say.

Ben'II understand
when it's all over.

I hope so.
I really hope so, honey.

He Will.

HERBERT: You done blew it.
I mean, blew-ew-ew it!

What do you mean,
we blew it?

We've got you,
don't we?

Yeah, you got me.

You got me.

What I mean
is that you got me,

but you don't got
no Sammy Davis, Jr.

You know who you turkeys
are gazing at? Hmm'?

You are looking

at Herbert Brubaker III.

I got my card.

Wait a minute.
There it is.

Herbert Brubaker III.

President
of H and B Boozaterias.

That's what it says,
Mr. FIuellen.

Brubaker.

FLUELLEN: What is this?
Anybody can print up cards.

I can have cards printed up

saying that I'm the Chief
Rabbi of Jerusalem.

This is nothing more
than a shabby attempt

to weasel out
of your own kidnapping.

HARRIS: You think
we got the wrong guy?

FLUELLEN: No, of course not.
But if we did...

the poor sucker we got
would be in a lot of trouble.

I mean,
if this isn't Sammy Davis,

then all we got's a witness,
somebody who can identify us.

We got no chance for a ransom.

I mean, why keep him alive?

FLUELLEN:
But if this is Davis...

How can
we be sure?

GEORGIE: The real Sammy Davis
sings and dances.

Come on, now.

Give me some room
to move and groove!

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Set?

You ready, Mr. Brody?

I'm ready.

Hello?

Hello?

FLUELLEN: Who is this?

This is Ben Brody.
Mr. Davis' manager.

You know why I'm calling.

I want to talk business
to the right person.

What have you done with Sammy?

Is he all right?
I want to talk to him.

No.
First, you listen.

You want to see
him alive again,

you're going to follow
my instructions.

All right, all right.

I'm listening.

You are to collect

$375,000
in unmarked bills--

nothing
larger than a $50,

nothing smaller
than a $5,

serial numbers
to be at random.

The money will be delivered
according to instructions,

which you will receive
by telephone

in exactly eight hours.

Uh...

It's not enough time.
That's a lot of money.

Eight hours, I said.
No extensions.

Now, you get the money and
be ready for my phone call.

How do I know
Sam's all right?

Put him on.
Let me talk to him.

I'm gonna put him on,

but I don't want
any tricks,

you understand?

No tricks.

Hey, this is Sammy.
What's happening, baby?

Sam? This is Benny.

Are you okay?

Oh, sure, Lenny.

I'm fine.

Lenny?

This is Benny. Ben Brody.

Sam, are you okay?

Oh, of course I am, Denny.

I guess
I just got a little shook up

from what's going
on down here.

Listen--

Eight hours.

Lenny? Denny?

What's he trying to tell us?

$375,000...

[WHISTLES]

How long will it take you
to raise that kind of money,

Mr. Price?

375 grand.
In eight hours?

They might as well
ask us for the moon.

Maybe not.
Maybe not.

There's
the corporation account.

I can run the last deposits
through, and then...

Let me figure.

You know, Andy's
a mathematical genius,

but he can't
print the money.

ANDY:
We can make it.

I can get the rest through
the pension trust fund.

We can do it.

BEN: You know,
I never thought

I'd be glad
about going broke.

Andy and I will
get the cash

and we'll be back
as soon as we can.

Right.

See you later.

$375,000.

That's an awful strange
amount, isn't it?

Yeah, it's kind of odd.
Why not 400?

SABRINA:
Uh-huh.

And only a few hours
to get it together.

Well, it sounds to me
like our kidnappers

know an awful lot

about Sammy's
bank accounts.

Yeah.

We got eight hours.

I think we better find out
everything we can

about Ben Brody
and Andy Price.

Well,
the two of them

share an office together
on the Strip.

Now, Price probably
handles the books.

SABRINA: Yeah.

If we could just
get in there...

KRIS: I got an idea.

Why don't you
let me handle that one?

You got it.

SABRINA: Hey, wait.
Keep in touch.

BOSLEY: Hey, Kris?

Yeah?

Be careful.

Thanks, Bosley.

Come on.

Hi!

I'm Taffy.

Oh, that's nice.

Did you wish to see Mr. Brody
or Mr. Price?

Oh, well, gee.

I'm kind of surprised

that Andy isn't here waiting
for me,

because he told me
to be here right at 10:00,

or he'd get real mad.

Mr. Price called,

he's had kind of an emergency
come up.

I don't see
an appointment for you,

Miss, uh...

Taffy.

Oh, no,
it wasn't really

an "appointment"
appointment.

See, Andy was gonna
take me to the race track

so that we could
discuss my career.

And...

Oh, I remember!

He said that if he wasn't here

that I should wait for him
in his office

so that people wouldn't get
the wrong idea...

What did he mean by that?

I'm sure I don't know, dear.

Why don't you come
this way?

Perhaps you can wait here

until I can reach
Mr. Price.

Just make yourself
comfortable.

Thank you.

Well, Andy Price

may be
a mathematical genius,

but he's an awful
embezzler.

Of course,
I guess no one

can conceal
that much money missing

for very long.

KRIS: Look,
the office records

show that
there was supposed

to be an audit next week.

That means
he was running out of time.

I don't know.

I mean,
I can't believe it.

SABRINA: We've already
got an identification

on two
of the kidnappers.

Now, they're a couple
of small-time musclemen,

but word on the street
has it

they work
for somebody else,

a gambler
named FIuellen.

I found this
in Andy Price's desk drawer.

He called this number six,

maybe seven times
a day.

SABRINA:
So I checked it

with a friend
on the Vice Squad,

and it's
FIuellen's number.

If Andy needed money,

why didn't he come
to me?

He may have
needed a lot.

FIuellen must have
a real hold on him.

BOSLEY: You see,
the way it looks

is Andy owes a big marker
to FIuellen,

so he starts embezzling from
you to pay off,

and he just gets in deeper
and deeper.

And so he helps them

to set up
this kidnapping.

Don't feel too sorry
for him, Davis.

You're right, babe.

And I know who I do
feel sorry for.

HERBERT:
1” Who can take a sunbeam ♪

P Put it in a dream? J“

4“ Who can take a number A“

P Never complain J“

4“ Candy man A“

4“ Candy man can 4“

J“ Candy man can 'cause he--
He mixes it with love P

P Makes me work! taste good
Makes “we work! taste good D

BEN: 55... 65... 75...

$375,000.

Easy come, easy go.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Ben.

Okay.

Hello. This is Ben Brody.

Are you ready for
the delivery?

Yes.

Look, my associate, Mr. Bosley,
will bring the money.

I'm

I'm too shook up
to drive.

I don't care
who it is,

but only one guy.
No cops.

You understand?

I see cops,
and Davis is gone.

Yes.

Now, here
are your instructions.

I'll give them to you
just once.

Now, drive to the phone booth

on the south corner
of Tobin and 15th Street.

You wait there.
We'll call.

You've got
15 minutes.

Tobin and 15th.

Well,
I'd better hurry.

Boy, that's heavy.

John, good luck,
and, uh, thank you.

You're welcome.

Stay in touch
on the walkie-talkie.

Will do.

Well, that's it.

Just wait now, huh?

I feel guilty
about having John

take the risks.

I should be doing that
myself.

There's not really
that much risk.

No, don't worry
about old Bosley.

He'll be well taken care of.

What do you mean?

You didn't bring the police
in on this, did you?

You heard what
the kidnappers said.

You're risking Sam's life.

SAMMY:
Oh, no, they're not.

“Ya-dam!

You're okay?

I'm all right.

Hey, what's...
What's going on?

What's this
all about?

SAMMY: Well, uh...

they kidnapped the wrong guy.

They kidnapped
that little cat

that looks like me.

You know,
the guy from the contest.

BEN: Sam, I don't
believe it.

I was going nuts.

SAMMY: Well, I'm sorry
you had to go through it.

We didn't want
to take the chance

on anyone knowing

until we were ready
to act.

What do you mean?

What else is there
we don't know?

KRIS: What we did is,

we put a small electronic
signaling device

in the suitcase
that Bosley just took out.

Now, when he hands
that suitcase

to the kidnappers...

all the police
have to do

is follow that signal
right to them.

Good.

Then maybe we'll find out
who's behind all this.

Yeah.

Hey, look, I know
it's been kind of heavy

for both you cats
for the last few hours,

so why don't you go home
and collapse, huh?

The police are on it,

and with the girls,
we'll have it wrapped up,

and I'll give you a call
and let you know.

Go home?
Yeah.

What do you mean,
go home?

I am going
to celebrate.

Well, I'm exhausted.

This is...
been some experience.

Sam, I'm glad
you're all right, man.

SAMMY: Thank you.

ANDY: I'll call you,
right?

All right.
Okay.

I'll talk on you
tomorrow.

Yeah.

Bree,
he's coming.

I hope he bought that
electronic signal business.

Wait a minute.

What? Andy?

Andy's mixed up in this?

Yeah, Ben.
I'm afraid so.

Oh, no.

[ENGINE STARTS]

SABRINA: Hurry,
Price just drove off.

[RINGING]

Hello.

You are now to drive
to Glendale and Orchid.

Phone booth on the corner.
You've got five minutes.

Okay...

I'll stay with him.

Kelly, do you read?

We have a location.
Oceanside, north of Manning.

FLUELLEN: What are
you talking about?

I'm telling you
that guy is not Sammy Davis.

His name's,
uh, uh...

Brewster
or something.

Brubaker!

I told you.

He told us.

Shut up.
Both of you.

Shut up!

What are we gonna
to do?

Well, we've got to let him go.
He's worthless.

What do you mean,
I'm worthless?

I got a chain
of liquor stores.

What you got, Chump?

Shut him up.

No.

No, we're not letting
anybody go.

Lou, please,
let's just get out now, huh?

No.

No, no, no. I'm not...

I'm not walking out of here
empty-handed.

Look. We don't have a choice.

What do you mean?

They got no case
against us

without a witness.

ANDY: What are you
talking about?

FLUELLEN: I mean,
you didn't think

I was gonna let him

walk away in any case,
did you, Andy?

Lou, please.

You said no one
was going to get hurt.

There's only one witness.

No, I'm afraid
now there are two.

Hey... uh...

Sam, you better
stay here.

No, no, no.

My face
got little Herbie

into this mess.

I'm gonna stay
until the very end.

Come on.
You go to work.

Okay, now,
there's an office

in the back--
one door, one window.

I distinctly heard
Andy Price's voice.

All right, there's at least
three of them in there.

What we need
is a distraction out front.

Hey, you got it.

Wait a minute,
Sammy. I--

No, no, no.
Wait a minute.

Let me
do my thing,

because that's
what I do.

Give me
about five seconds

and then you guys
do your thing.

Hey... Sammy Davis!

SAMMY: Hey,
you little turkey!

What was that?

I know you in here.

Georgie, go on.
Take a look.

I know a turkey, and
I know his whereabouts.

Come on out.

I see you, Chump!

You ain't no big thing,
you know.

Tell Sammy Davis
that the Bru is here

to...
get ready for the showdown.

Go ahead. Tell him.

Shoot!

Tell him!

Mr. FIuellen, it's him.

Huh?

Not the real him,
the other one...

The one we don't got.

He's outside.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Go on, go on.
Help him.

Freeze!

Move over here.

Okay, hold it.
Hold it.

Go.

Get in there.

Real slow.
Over to the wall.

Andy? Andy?

He's out. I think he's okay.
Let's go.

KRIS:
Get against the wall.

Against the wall!

Get those feet apart.

HERBERT:
What about me?

I mean, I been down here
on this floor, man.

Got all roughed up.

The man roughed up
my duds and everything.

Sure is nice,
you know.

Everything has been
taken care of.

Not that I was scared
or anything.

Oh, of course not.

I ain't scared
of nobody.

I ain't lying, Junior.
I ain't scared of nobody.

Oh.

Because I learned
how to use my dukes...

And I don't look
like nobody either,

because I am
an original.

Right on, Herbie.

[SAMMY LAUGHING]

Hello!

Hey, hi!

Holy Toledo,

you guys
look terrific.

Thank you.

Well, we've been
looking forward to it.

I can't wait.

I hope you've heard

that we've arranged
for Andy

to pay back
the money

so that he won't
have to go to jail

like
the other guys.

Well, some time
in jail,

those other guys
richly deserve.

ALTOVISE: Yeah.

You know,
I am so pleased

that you're joining us
for the opening tonight.

Well, we are thrilled.

Now, you have
to tell us.

What kind
of an opening is it?

You mean
he didn't tell you?

No.
No.

Well, darling,
Ben took care

of the tables
and everything,

so I just figured
that...

an opening
is an opening.

So, come on,
let's go.

KRIS: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Sam, now we've all
been guessing...

I guessed it.

It's the new discotheque
on the Strip.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's that new
French restaurant.

Reservations
are impossible, right?

No. Wrong.

It is a movie premiere.

Aha! Wrong.

ALTOVISE: Again.

SAMMY: Now, wait.

Wait till you hear this.

Okay, go ahead.
Tell them.

We are all invited...

Uh-huh?

SAMMY: As special
honored guests

to the super
grand opening of...

Herbert Brubaker III's
Boozateria West.

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