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Cindy?

Cindy?

Where is everybody?

Surprise!

I'll miss you. Got everything, your glasses, sunglasses, money.

Your diary? No. God, Cindy, thanks. I would have died if I'd left this.

You'll call, right, as soon as you land?

Trust me.

Leslie, dear.

Come along, my darling.

It's a bad form to keep a 747 waiting.

Au revoir. Bye.

We've had a special request this evening for our youngest, purest, most virginal

of young ladies.

That can be bad.

Of course it can.

Be ready at 8. Don't be late for your date.

Can't wait.

Take care of my young ladies.

My mission in life.

To your future.

I'll drink to that.

And cashier's check.

$250 ,000 tax -free.

And I must say, you've earned it.

Michael, thanks.

I can't thank you enough.

No need, Leslie.

The look in your eyes is enough.

All the excitement.

I didn't sleep much last night.

You'll make up for that soon enough.

Hey, why are you drinking?

Oh, it's too early for me.

The airport's not this way.

We'll have a little change in itinerary.

Paris is going to have to wait for a little longer.

Champagne.

You put something in it?

I'm afraid I did, yes.

Would you like some more?

I didn't miss any more.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the Badlands, an outlaw hunting outlaws, a

bounty hunter, a renegade.

I want bus benches.

Sis, we have a very serious visibility problem here. People are cutting into

trade. Bus benches are the answer.

Yes, I want the ones right across the street from the courthouse.

Well, it's perfect. I mean, it's synergy. You know, cops, crooks,

in the same place. My people.

What?

What do you mean they won't rent bus benches to bounty hunters?

They rent it to Big Betty's Bail Bond.

You know what? This is discrimination, sis.

I mean, it's restraint of trade. I want my face on a bus bench.

My client's here. I've got to talk to you later. Yeah, love you. Bye.

Robert Sixkiller? Yes, I am.

Please call me Bobby. And you are Lorraine Moran. It's so nice to meet

Well, actually, we met a couple of years ago at the New Rancho Country Club.

Could you believe those people? I mean, the fees those jackals were charging was

outrageous. My husband is one of the founding members.

Did I tell you I gave up golf?

Let me get straight to the point. My daughter Cindy has run away from home.

Well, I don't handle runaways, Ms. Moran. I'm offering you $20 ,000, and

even asking you to bring her back.

Yes, well, sometimes I do make exceptions.

She was in the middle of her senior year at Campbell.

She had good grades, nice friends.

We gave her a party for her 18th birthday, and the next morning she was

without a trace.

Well, she's not a minor. That's why the police won't help you. Has she done this

kind of thing before?

Twice, but she always stayed in town.

A girlfriend received this from her in the mail.

Hi from L .A.

This is a tall order, Ms. Moran. Los Angeles is another planet, and this was

postmarked three weeks ago.

Let me be completely honest with you. I don't entirely blame Cindy.

My husband isn't what you call the ideal father.

There's been trouble, and maybe it's better that she lives away from home.

But if you can just find her and let me know she's okay.

You'll have more than earned your payment in full.

All right, I'll help you.

Hi.

Seat taken?

You did ask for me, right?

I did, yeah.

I just never dreamed.

I mean, Mr. Covington said that you were something special.

Shirley Temple, please.

What is your name?

Cindy.

Capital S.

Hi, Cindy. I am, uh... John.

UB John.

It really is my name. How did I know that?

My mom told me I should stay away from strange men.

You're a strange man, John.

Me?

Gee, uh, not particularly.

Want to prove it?

Have you seen her?

She works over there, dude.

Thanks.

So you're Patty?

Hey, you can read.

You know this girl?

I heard she used to work here.

Cindy. Yeah.

She moved on to something better.

You know where she went?

Right now, she worked here for a couple of weeks.

Actually, room with me, too. And she met some guy at a club.

Is she in trouble?

No. Why?

Just wondering.

One day she's counting her tips like the rest of us. Next day, she's got a ton

of cash, starts buying a lot of clothes and stuff, quits here, and then moves

out. Didn't want her deposit back or nothing.

This guy that she met, was he like her sugar daddy?

More like a boss, you know.

He only came in once.

Foreign guy, very smooth.

Except he kept kind of leering at me.

Didn't catch his name, did you?

Michael something.

And no, I don't know where you can find him.

But, uh... I'd look west in here. I mean, that's where all the money is.

do you happen to know what Thindy did to earn all that money?

Well, he wasn't no movie producer, and she wasn't no MBA, if you know what I

mean.

Are you kidding? You're doing fabulous. One day and you've already found a

roommate. Uh, ex -roommate, and I'm back at square one.

Come on, you're hot on her trail.

It's not a pretty trail, Bobby. I think she's turned pro.

Hey, you don't want me to tell her mother that, do you? I think she's

in some upscale operation.

There's one more place I can try.

How old do I look to you? Well, whatever you're guessing, you better add a few

years. Hey, if you want to look your age, then you can turn back to your

right now. But if you don't, stay tuned.

I'm Cat Calhoun, and this is a new miracle combination of science and

This is Reno Rain... Cut!

Cat, please, could we... Give everybody lunch, Tony. At 9 .15? Lunch!

Lunch!

Boy,

do you look different.

What happened to that straight arrow cop?

Oh, that's a long story.

Um, what's with the movie?

Oh, it's not a movie. It's an infomercial.

An infomercial?

On an escort service?

No, no.

No, I quit that game. I'm legit.

You mean you have really never seen me on TV?

I was on CNN last week. Sorry, I don't get cable.

Well, I've got my own line of skin care products.

Cat Calhoun's Collagen Caress. Well, they look like they're working.

Oh, I don't really use this stuff. I just buy it in bulk from Taiwan and then

slap my label on it. These people in L .A. will buy anything if it raises your

consciousness or lowers your age.

Actually, I need another kind of help.

Pretty young thing.

I didn't know you went for the prom queen type.

No, no, she's a runaway.

And I'm afraid she's fallen into that life.

Well, she should do well.

I could have used a few more like her back in the days when you used to bus

Her ex -roommate says she's taken up with this high -end organization headed

Michael something or other. Yeah, well, that's easy. Michael Covington.

Who?

Michael Covington.

You want young and hot in this town and you've got bucks, then that's your guy.

Can you tell me where to find him?

On one condition.

Name it.

You find this guy, you've got to kill him for me.

I guess he was more than a passing acquaintance.

Yeah, he's my stiffest competition.

Then he made a play for me and I fell for him like an idiot.

And then he turned me over to the cops.

You can tell me where to look for him? He runs a place on the west end of the

strip called the Society Club.

And this guy can lead me to my runaway?

Simplest thing in the world.

All you have to do is place an order.

What's eating you?

I haven't heard from Leslie.

Look, of course you haven't, silly. Come on.

We know the rules.

I know.

No contact once we graduate.

But we made a deal.

She was going to call me the minute she landed in Paris.

Oh, boy, are you stupid.

You want Michael to kick you out of here?

Look, I just want to talk to my friend.

Cindy, it's not like we're secretaries here, okay?

Michael could do major time.

So could we.

Exactly. And I'd like to know that if ever I decide that I'd like to run for

president someday, that none of this is going to come out.

Okay, okay.

I just hope nothing's wrong.

Wrong?

Wrong with who?

Wrong with me.

I got some water in my ear and now it's getting sore.

Oh, dear.

Well, we can't have our best girl getting sick, can we?

Come on, we're off to the boardwalk.

Shopping?

No, we need another girl.

I want to replace Leslie.

Oh.

Lovey, I'm turning away business, and that means I'm losing money, and I don't

like that.

Tomorrow, please.

All right.

Thank you.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Michael Covington.

Mr. Covington.

I don't believe we've met.

Vinnie Costanegra, Dade County lawyer.

I drink with strangers.

We have friends in common.

General Grant, Mr. Franklin, even President Cleveland.

So what can I do for you, Mr. Costanegra?

Well, I am far from home and sadly lacking in companionship.

I prefer the kind of youth supply.

Kind of makes a man feel.

Youthful, don't you think?

Oh, I do indeed.

Jeannie?

Very lovely indeed.

But I prefer blondes. Slim ones.

Well, we do have several to choose from.

I like that one.

Oh, she's very special. She's one of our most popular girls.

She doesn't look busy to me.

Cindy?

Come hither, my darling.

This is Mr.

Costanegra. He's from Miami.

My pleasure.

It will be, if you play your cards right.

Price? For how long?

One hour? Two hours?

All night.

How's an even thousand sound?

Like a bargain.

I'm at the region.

Let's go.

Have fun, children.

And don't stay up late.

Good

night.

You?

Mini bar?

Cable movies.

That we won't be watching any, huh?

I just want to talk, Cindy.

Okay.

Nursing patient.

Boston secretary.

How about the one where you're the daughter?

With two very worried parents in La Jolla.

Wait a second.

Get out of my way. I know karate.

Oh, do you now?

You should punch, not swing.

Does Daddy know you spent his precious money to buy my body?

Actually, it's your mother's money, and she doesn't know anything.

Look, she just asked me to make sure if you're okay.

Yeah, well, here I am. Look okay to you?

No needle tracks. You know, I haven't missed a meal. I miss a little sleep now

and then.

I'm not going to make you go back.

You can trust me.

I don't trust anybody.

You got a lot of nerve, you know that? I know exactly what I'm doing. I play it

very safe.

There is no such thing in your line of work.

How did you find me, anyway?

The old -fashioned way.

I wore holes in my boots, okay?

So, like, that's what you do for a living?

You find people? Yeah.

You find somebody for me?

I can pay.

That's not how it works, Cindy.

Oh, gee.

Then I guess we're done talking. Hey, if you think this is all fun and games,

you better rethink it.

You're not going to get out of prostitution without some heavy scars.

Could you change your mind and call me, please?

Call me again sometime.

Easiest grand I ever made.

I've been trying to reach you all night. Where the heck have you been?

Renewing an old friendship.

On my nickel?

On a lot of your nickels. I spent $300 on a hotel, $600 on a suit, and $1 ,000

on a date.

Excuse me. I'll be right back. I'm going to go have a heart attack.

Hey, you wanted me to find Cindy. I found her. I know you did. She called me

this morning.

You're kidding.

Look, she wants to hire you. She wants you to find some girl named Leslie

Burton. Reno, is this girl okay?

Oh, yes and no.

She's alive and well, but she's working for a real piece of vermin named Michael

Covington. who's got a whole stable of girls, her age and younger.

So talk her out of it.

I can't. I tried, but she's not listening.

Make her listen.

She said that she'd meet you on the boardwalk just out the Santa Monica Pier

2 o 'clock. Oh, by the way, don't shop. You got it.

Boots on the left a possibility?

No. Too hard. You like them too soft.

Or at least able to faint it.

Incoming to the club.

No. Too innocent.

You never turn anyone wearing Mary Jane. I don't care. It's too much money.

I'm out of here.

See you later.

Bingo.

A deadhead anklet, and she just got dumped.

Work your magic.

I'm gonna go and scrub the beach.

Cool, huh?

Can you afford it? On donut shop tips?

In my dreams.

You want to live some dreams?

Who are you?

Cindy.

I used to have a slave gig like yours.

Minimum wage.

Parents had plenty of money, but didn't you think they'd share?

No way. No way.

Let me tell you what I did this week.

Monday with the black crows at the Roxy.

Tuesday was the beach.

Wednesday was shopping.

What is it exactly that you do?

I date guys.

Oh, please.

I never had a guy buy me anything more than a cheeseburger.

That's because you've got to set the price up front.

You mean you're a...

Get out of here.

I could never do that.

Sure you could.

Come on, who was that guy that just slept here?

I'm a loser.

They're all losers.

Look, there's seven of us friends. We live in this great house in Hollywood,

endless party.

Come on, you know, just come over for a swim, you know, check it out.

Chicken?

Sort of.

Okay.

Go back to donuts.

Who owns this dream house?

A man named Michael?

He handles all the money and invests it for us. He charges a bundle, and we get

to keep 60%. Only 60?

He takes all the risks.

He pays for the doctor, hires lawyers if you need one, and if you want an

education, Michael will cover that. He believes in that.

And when you turn 25, you graduate, you get all your cash tax -free, and get to

live anywhere in the world except L .A.

How does that sound?

It sounds too good to be true.

Truthfully, you barely need the cash anyway.

The fridge is always loaded.

He pays for all the clothes, you know, likes it to show off the merchandise.

And he owns this fabulous club where you can hang out and get everything hot.

Yeah, but what about the dates?

Michael screens them, too.

Occasionally, you know, we get a flag, but believe me, Michael protects his

investors.

So you need this?

I'm interested.

But what do I tell my folks, my friends?

Come over and meet the girls. We've all had to deal with that.

What time do you get off?

3 .30.

I'll pick you up then.

Cindy,

do you want to talk to me?

Not now.

Covington's here.

Where? Close. Too close.

Who's Leslie Burton?

Another girl who worked for Covington. She graduated ten days ago.

Graduated? She was old. She was turning 25.

Michael was moving her off to Paris.

She's supposed to call me. Look, hire me.

I can't afford you. Look, I'll pay you back. Just call Covington and say you

want to see me again, just for an hour.

So, how was the fishing trip?

Michael seemed to like it.

We did find one new girl.

She's coming over later to meet the family.

What?

Stace, could you just keep Jacob away from the car for a few minutes?

Why?

Please. It's important. Just flirt with him a little. He's crazy about you.

Okay.

But you owe me.

Mr. Covington.

It's Vinny Costanegra here.

I'm the guy you set up last night.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

Well, listen, I just wanted to call you to tell you what a ball I had with

Cindy. And I'd like to arrange a repeat performance.

Well, I'll see what I can do. Great.

Cindy?

You looking for something?

My purse.

Thought maybe I left it in here.

In the trunk?

No. The trunk was open.

Maybe Jacob forgot to slam it.

Okay.

Well, you're on again tonight.

I don't know what you did to Mr.

Costanega last night, but he's a happy man.

Look for the union label.

Hey, hey, hey, what's the deal, huh? Spring for a fancy hotel and you're

here? Come on, what are these kind of things? There are lots of ways that you

can hide your true age. Oh, you can burn your birth certificate, or you can kill

your parents and everyone else who's ever known you. Or you can try something

lot less messy.

Cat Calhoun's College and Caress.

Cut.

Beautiful, beautiful.

All right, that's a keeper. Let's move this camera in for a closer look.

Hey, this is great.

I know. Isn't it something? I'm so glad you left the business, aren't you? No,

no, no.

Infomercials, infomercials. I should have thought about this before.

What are you talking about?

You know, this is unnatural.

You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to buy some time on court TV, go on

camera, sincerely tell the legal community about our quality services.

We bring in low lives. At low prices. We charge the same as everybody else.

Oh, thank you, Lord. This is what I needed.

Who's your handsome friend?

Cat, this is Bobby Sixkiller. He thinks you were sent from heaven.

Ms. Calhoun.

Can you take the time to tell me about infonomics, budgets, returns, cost per

thousand viewers?

I thought you were here to help with the missing girl.

Me too.

I am.

I am.

Shai checked all international flights to every country in Europe. The only

Leslie Burton was Lord Leslie Burton, who was returning home to England from a

business trip. That's not good.

You know, in all the years that I have known Michael, I've met a lot of sweet

young things who work for him. What's your point? Well, I never met anyone who

used to work for him.

Well, maybe we can check with the morgue, see if they have any recent Jane

I just don't have any pull with the coroner up here.

I do.

Hey, I used to handle some pretty strange requests.

I've had some kinky days before, but a trip to the body for me, you've got a

sick idea of fun.

Hello, Cindy, Bobby, Kat, Cindy Moran.

Let me guess.

This is your death?

We have some videotape that we'd like you to take a look at.

Unidentified white female, DOA, 2100 hours, Sunday, November 18th. You guys

sick. You don't know her? No, I don't know her.

Auto accident, 110 Freeway at MLK, 1930 hours, Saturday, November 24th.

Vince, you can have your money back. Uh -uh. Send me, please.

November 27, 1100 hours.

Preliminary cause of death, barbiturate poisoning, complicated by blunt force

head trauma, possibly from dildo boots.

I still can't believe it.

She was learning how to roll her R's.

What?

Her R's, you know, to speak French.

She started to learn the language a year and a half ago when she was planning on

moving.

Only she never got to move.

That O .D. thing is nothing but a lie, Vince.

Leslie didn't do drugs.

I believe you.

You do? It's much easier to overdose a person who's clean than a person who's a

chronic user. There's no tolerance.

Cindy, I know you don't want to go home, and I know why, but I got to get you

out of there.

Bobby's got a sister, and she's a great gal.

Vince, I can't.

Covington's a murderer.

You don't get it.

Let me get you safe.

Bobby and the cops will take over from there.

Vince, the other girls at his place, I put them there. I went out and found

for Michael, recruited them, told him how great the life was.

I can't just leave.

Then we'll have to get them all out of there.

We have a problem.

What is it? The caviar came in sport again, did it?

Leslie, pick a little red book of hers.

The diary? No way.

It's gone.

That's not funny, Jakey. I put it in the trunk along with her bags and ID and

stuff. Now it's not there.

Cindy, where is she?

Still with that Testaverde guy. Why?

Because I caught her snooping around the limo. She said she was looking for a

bloody purse.

Excuse me, Mr.

Covington. Not a good time, friend.

Yes, it's too bad.

It's a bad time for you and I, yes?

All right.

What are you, vice, metro, fed on alone or what?

You're referred to me by my very good friend, Mr. Vince Costa Negra.

So what can I do for you, Mr... Salamando Dean.

I'm having a party.

I am brokering an oil meeting between some Texans, and they would like the

privilege to enjoy something they do not get at home.

If you know what I mean.

When's the party?

Tomorrow afternoon, say, two till whenever.

You can supply the woman.

Not a problem.

Good.

My friend Ben, she tells me it's $1 ,000 for nine times eight.

You don't happen to give volume discounts, no?

Sorry. I'd have to cancel other engagements. That's the price. Take it

it.

I take it, my friend.

I am at the Regent Hotel, Presidential Suite.

I will bring the hors d 'oeuvres, and you will make sure you bring the entree.

Yes?

Yes.

Crazy.

This Costa Rica guy has been in all this time with Cindy, and now this happens.

It does make you wonder, doesn't it?

Well, did they show up yet?

Nope. I told them to.

And I hate to be kept waiting.

Well, just think, Bobby. In a couple of hours, eight beautiful young women will

owe you their lives.

Yeah, right, Reno. You know, this better work because we're spending all the

profits. Yeah.

And half of your infomercial budget. Good luck.

Thanks.

Hey, where are all the young women, huh?

Where are all the Texans, my friend?

Oh, well, you know those Texans, you know, they always have some stinking

of problems, and they have floods over there, the oil prices are kind of going

down, and all those kind of things. But I'm here, and I lied.

I lied because I want all the young women to myself.

I knew this was a scam.

All right, what's really going on? No, no, really, it's a fantasy of mine. You

know, all those young women to myself, for me.

You have a problem with that?

Yeah, you.

Okay.

I'm a distraction.

Just a little distraction.

Victor, the howler.

Jake, where'd you go? I had to take a cab back here. You've been a very, very

naughty girl.

Michael's righteously angry at you.

Why, what'd I do?

We'll discuss it when he gets back here.

Let's discuss it now.

We've got to get out of here, all of us.

Leslie is dead.

Look, I saw her body. Oh, my gosh. Awful. I hate to break this to you, but

Michael Covington has no intention of letting any of you guys leave here

Stacey doped Leslie up with downers, and Jacob kicked her to death. I saw the

police report. And look, when I asked you to distract Jacob yesterday, this

what I was looking for.

My God. We can talk about all this later. Right now, we have to get the

of here.

Take the girls out the back. I'll meet you on the street.

Never mind. Get in. Everybody in?

Let's go.

Who

needs

the fountain of youth? You've got Kat's collagen caress. Damn it.

Kat, what's the matter? What's wrong? You've blown four takes already.

Nothing. Come on, honey. Where's that sparkle? Where's that magic?

Kat. We got a problem.

This is a circus. What the hell is going on here? This is a wrap, Tony. No, we

can't stop now. I mean, we're almost finished. I said this is a wrap, and we

need to get the hell out of here.

Love your makeup.

Let's go, guys.

You might go into shock. Go get a blanket off my bed.

Look in the bathroom. There's some gauze and alcohol.

You're lucky. I think it went in and it went out.

Yeah, lucky, right.

You're killing me here, you know.

I got Lisa Gibbons coming in half an hour.

Damn.

What was that for?

Just in case you die on me.

Come here.

What?

Covington has these girls completely under his thumb. I'm really worried

him. You gotta help me out, okay?

Come on, guys. This is no time for sweet nothings.

Who are you blaming?

I told him to stay inside.

No first aid?

High school health class. Good enough.

Pressure on the wound front and back.

I'm going to call for help.

Glad I can finally do something for you.

You've done so much for me.

No obligation.

Ow. I think I'm breaking the first rule of my business.

Yeah, what's that?

To fall in love with one of your customers.

Yep. Hi, it's Cat Calhoun.

Uh, this is not a good time, Cat. I wouldn't hang up too fast. You'll be

I said this is not a good time.

I have got seven teenage girls and one bleeding guy who looks like he's a

refugee from Woodstock parked at my house. Now, I think they belong to you.

And I suggest you get over here and pick them up before they wreck my Berber.

Unless you'd prefer that I call Lieutenant Gorman and vice.

I've got to go.

What? Your old friend Kat just ratted us out, that's what.

Cindy, wait. See why I don't trust people? You know, you think you know

you know, but you never really do. Do you trust me?

Well, do you?

Okay, look.

Get the girls together.

Go into Kat's bedroom, okay?

There's a gun in the bed stand. Have you ever used one before?

My dad didn't even learn.

Good girl.

Don't open the door to anybody but me, okay?

Go go

Where's

Michael where the girl out by the pool

I don't see nothing.

Hey.

Nice to see you again, darling.

You're looking lovely as ever. You should have remembered I know every inch

this house. We make love in every room. Now, where are the girls?

Cindy, it's okay.

Oh, nice. What am I, chopped liver? Huh?

Oh, hi.

You know, I've got three of these faces in my home in Maui.

Remember,

this is the 90s. There is no need to look your true age.

So try Cat Calhoun's College Incorrect, because you're only as young as they

think you are.

Does it work on shoulder wounds?

It works on everything.

Well, sign me up.

Don't say it unless you mean it.

You're looking at my new distribution manager.

Hey, congratulations.

Thanks, real glamorous.

Pack the box, mail the box, pack the box, mail the box. I have something that

want to show all of you.

Bobby. No, no, come on.

Ready?

Do you hate bounty hunters?

Do you hate the usual unprofessional riffraff that shows up in your office

an absconded felon who's been on the run for three days and smells like a horse

barn? You look like Dracula.

And in the next 30 minutes, I intend to show you how six killer enterprises can

help you get rid of all your bounty hunting headaches forever.

Wow.

Hey, take care of yourself, okay?

I will.

You've given me a hell of a gift, Ben.

Trusted you, now I trust Kat and Bobby.

They love life.

Maybe.

Be good.