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Let me get this straight.

First, you hit him with the chair to the
head. Right, or you smash your face

into a turnbuckle. What you got to make
sure you do is daze him first, and then

way out, kicking the gut. Pick him up
like this.

Oh, you got your pile driver right here.

Must be awesome being a pro wrestler.

That's pretty cool. I got a couple
action figures.

Hey, where's the boss, Val Irons,
anyway?

She's out shopping.

Cleaned her fridge out like a pack of
starving rats.

Hell, I was hungry. Still am.

What's the finishing move?

Well, I'm going to pick you up.

Bam! Dropped you like a bad habit. You
probably ain't gonna get up for quite

some time.

Well, I basically hit everybody with it,
from dude love all the way to Sergeant

Slaughter. I can't wait to try this out
on Quick.

He's all slacking off tonight.

All right.

You guys just started listening, right?

Stone Cold Steve Austin is off limits.

All right. We'll have it your way.

You want some more. You want some more.

They're on to us. Can you make yourself
real small?

Hey, smell back with the food yet or
what?

Don't you ever get full?

You guys don't understand. I got no
lucky punch. I'm not a bodyguard. But we

are. You'll just be a figurehead.

A name on the door. You'll probably
never even leave the office.

You'll help us pull in the rich and
famous.

We'll do the rest. We're professionals.

We'll take care of all the tough stuff.

So I'll never be in any danger?

Never. Never?

Never.

Well, two guards.

They weren't a problem.

Max, can you get up here?

Does it look like my name is Mr.
Belvedere?

Hey, if I lived in a fancy apartment for
free, I would at least get the phone.

Hey, you do live in a fancy apartment
for free.

Swim over.

I'll watch with all my new sunshine
lotion.

All right.

Valerie Irons' office.

Hey, Maxine, it's Quick.

Hi, Quick. How you doing?

Fine. Can I talk to Val? Okay, hold on.

Oh, it's that dreamy quick.

Okay.

Hey,

DQ, what's up?

Ah, what's happening?

Oh, I'm watering the plants here. I
don't want to let this place go

Yeah, well, park those dogs in some
hills and meet me out front. We got a

client. Anybody interesting?

Yeah.

Bio Glam International.

Cosmetics company. They do perfume,
lipstick. I'm on my way.

Yeah, you got it.

Skin rejuvenation, makeup, and
fragrance.

Combined revenue of those three
divisions topped $1 .3 billion last

I guess it's important to look good.

And undoubtedly the target of some sly
industrial lesbian, huh?

It's very good, Mr. Williams.

We can set up an employee ID system.

Microtags to track all sensitive
documents.

It works.

We've got all that. It's our brain power
I need you to protect.

One brain in particular.

A very big brain.

Dr. Richardson to collagen lab.

Dr. Richardson.

Come on, Rizzo, give it up.

Ken. Hey. Hey, Julie.

Hi. Listen, are you free for lunch?
Because I can go right now. Ken, it's 9

and up. I have a lunch today.

All right. Well, what brings you by
then?

Ken Miller.

Meet Valerie Irons of Valerie Irons
Protection.

Hi. Oh, my associate, Brooke Williams.

Sorry, ma 'am. Sorry. What?

Coconut and honey oil.

Yeah, yeah. It's a little top note
Rizzo's been working on.

Oh, Rizzo is a RizTech. It's a brand of
scent analyzer.

What we got here looks like a bottom
note of Smith & Wesson.

I thought you said you had the security
thing covered.

We've doubled the guards.

The point is, walls and refrigerators
can be replaced.

Ken can't be.

Did the shooter get away with anything?

Uh, just a vial, something we call an
inactive serum.

It was a sample of a new formula Ken's
working on.

Fortunately, he's not very far along.

What's the formula?

If you're retaining us, you might as
well know the only down payment we

on is full disclosure.

It's called Kismet.

It's the code name for Ken's pheromone
project.

Pheromone?

What is it, some kind of love potion?

Oh, the olfactory senses. They transmit
extremely complex signals to the brain,

some of which, yeah, they can induce
sexual arousal.

It's the holy grail of aromatherapy.

So do you have any idea who stole the
sample?

Could be any one of our competitors.

Fortunately, everything that's known on
the subject is stored right here.

So could a competitor use a stolen
sample to make their own kismet? Like

said, the pheromone sample was inactive.

Indecipherable, really.

Except to Ken and Tina.

Tina? Dr.

Tina Stokes, Ken's protege. She left
Bioglam without notice and no one's

from her since.

Now Ken is set to deliver a paper
tomorrow at 1, day 3 of the

Fragrance Symposium.

The break -in today doesn't bother me
nearly as much as the potential damage

anything happens to him.

Well, don't worry. He'll be well
protected.

Yeah, she's the best.

Why don't we have them put it in a big
cup with a straw?

Sorry we're late.

You're stoked.

We were just enjoying our soup.

Let's do the down payment.

Not so fast, boys. It's tough.

Kismet, is this a joke?

Am I laughing?

Miss Stokes. Dr. Stokes.

I'm an arms broker.

Bring me some Stinger missiles.

Or better yet, some of those new mini
-rail guns and we'll talk.

I was promised a down payment.

All right, I'll take 20 like that.

I'll do you one better.

The serum in this vial, when mass
-produced, can destabilize an entire

in six days.

You have my undivided attention.

Pheromones? An odorless hormone secreted
by the sweat gland in order to

stimulate the opposite sex.

Doesn't exactly sound odorless to me.

Okay.

Not brave enough.

What are you?

That depends.

There's no such thing as a love potion,
no matter what Barbie over here thinks.

I didn't say I believe it. I said Dr.
Miller believes it.

Whatever. We've got two hours to secure
the conference room before Dr. Romeo

gives his speech.

Let's go.

Ready to wow?

Listen, is Julie here yet? Have you seen
her? Julie got held up for some kind of

corporate planning session.

Hey, she can catch it on videotape,
right? Come on.

Now, common thinking in our industry has
a playing to the nose, when in fact the

brain is our main target. As my recent
studies in mammalian pheromones have

demonstrated, endosterone stimulation of
the hypothalamus has a profound effect.

Sift through the mumbo jumbo, and it's
still just a splash of old spice.

These are chemicals that our noses can't
detect, but our brains can't ignore.

Dr. Miller, what about the risk
associated with prolonged exposure to

malpheromones? The so -called rebound
effect leading to extreme aggression in

female subject?

Yeah, well, it sounds like you've read
my former colleague, Dr. Stokes. Her

findings were inconclusive, so... It's
crazy.

What is it?

This guy working on a love potion?

It's the one man alive who does not need
it.

Is?

So tell me he was a major babe.

Well, unfortunately, Dr. Stokes... W .W
.T., whatever with that.

That was an excellent lecture, Dr.
Miller.

May I call you Ken?

Sure. It's the bomb. You're so together.

Thank you.

Hi, Dr.

Miller. I thought you might want to take
a look at this paper for the New

England Journal of Medicine I'm working
on.

In private, of course.

Hey, we don't need that. Thank you.

Guess it's true what they say.

Smart sexy.

That explains why Jeff Goldblum keeps
getting worse.

I don't like too many people.

You should have just stolen the formula
from his lab when you could.

We sold the vial to whet your appetite.

Oh, so now you must re -talk me? You got
a sample of Kismet and you still can't

duplicate it.

It was inactive.

That doesn't matter because what I need
is in his head.

Oh, so what do we do? Just cut it off at
the neck?

No.

Just listen to his thoughts.

Angel's going to take care of that,
right, Angel?

You'll never know what hit him. Dr.
Miller?

Helen? Dr.

Miller, I've been sitting next to you at
the symposium for three days now.

I know, Helen.

Let's go.

And the first day I know you're speaking
to me, only to me. Back off, briefcase.

And now, now it's like you're looking
right through me, Dr. Miller.

And I can't have that.

Whoa, get down.

Oh, wait, wait.

You've got to count three to put that
down.

What's that about?

I think we're getting an unplanned
demonstration.

Run! I don't care what happens to me.
Ken has to pay!

Excuse me.

So I'm not mistaken. Miller's even
further along than I thought.

No!

Nice work, Val.

Go.

Go. Go, Angel. Go.

Ken.

Ken.

Help me. You okay? Yeah.

Is he all right?

Yeah, I think we've got to watch what he
says at these lectures from now on.

He's fine.

Hey, hey, I thought you were going to be
there at my symposium.

I'm sorry, Ken. We had an 11th hour name
change on a new tanning lotion, New

Block. New Block? I love New Block.

I just tested it out myself, but... Can
I speak to you alone for a second?

Sure. Excuse us.

So you were pretty worried about her,
huh? No, I was.

Come on, Ken. The company would be lost
without you.

I know what you're up to.

Well, it's not like I'm trying to hide
it here or anything.

I don't get you.

How long are we talking about?

As far back as I can remember.

You have had Kismet perfected that long?

No. I mean, is that what you're talking
about?

What did you think?

Ken, the second you get a stable formula
for Kismet, I want to apply for FDA

approval.

My God, our stock price is going to
double in one night.

Well, believe me, when I'm done, you'll
be the first one to know.

You wouldn't hold out on me.

Why would I do that?

Good.

Well,

it's not as fancy as your bio plan, lad,
but at least you can keep an eye on it.

Vacuum.

What's that?

Somebody took the security sensor's
case.

There's a cellular broadcasting device.

Who's he?

Dr. Ken Miller.

And I don't want him hurt. I'm sure he's
not the problem.

There's one sure way to find out.

Body search.

I think that's my job.

But you might miss something.

Don't you think it's funny that Dr.
Miller's working on a pheromone spray

everybody's coming on him?

Except you.

Now we know it's not in your shirt.

Uh, Nikki.

I'm checking.

Ow!

It's a bug.

It's a subcutaneous micro -implant
transmitter.

Did that get there?

That's a good question.

Someone went to a lot of trouble.

I told you they would find the bug.

I'm sorry, Dr. Stokes. I hid it the best
I could. Doesn't matter. Now we know

Miller's perfected the formula.

So you keep saying. Why don't we just
nab him, make him give us the formula?

Exactly what I was thinking.

Of course, then your theories better be
right, or I'll have wasted a lot of

valuable time.

I've already done the computer modeling.

Come take a look.

This... is the population of 4 million.

The size of a third world country.

Now let's assume you spray 50 % of the
male populace.

First phase, complete breakdown of the
family structure.

Assuming they don't have an antidote.
Miller didn't even understand the

pheromone solution when we first worked
together. An antidote would take years.

Now comes the good part.

After repeated stimulation, a rebound
effect of aggression sets in.

Miller refused to acknowledge it.

And we've seen it with our very own
eyes.

The woman who tried to barbecue him.

Imagine that aggression unleashed on a
large scale.

Total chaos.

Worth more than a railgun?

Millions more.

Let's get him.

Okay, Nick. Time for a break.

Excuse me, but it's still my shift.

As lead associate, if I want to guard
our client an extra hour or so, I will.

Lead associate, you're chirping.

Hi, Ken.

Need anything?

Uh, maybe I'll change a scene on you.

You know, I think you're safe right
here.

Absolutely, I'm not taking my eyes off
you.

Excuse me.

If you three can behave yourself, I have
a very important appointment.

Hi.

Oh.

Okay, Max, do you really think there's
some kind of love potion?

Oh, 50 bucks worth of Dom Perignon has
been known to do the trick. So I've

heard.

I just can't figure out why Tasha,
Nikki, and Kay have totally flipped out

this Dr.

Miller.

Doctor? Doctor as in PhD or MD?

The PhD. Well, I don't understand that
either.

His research is strictly theoretical.

If there... Now, wait a minute, Val.

If there was a love potion, wouldn't you
have been affected?

I know. I know. I can't figure it out. I
can't figure out why these girls are

all falling all over me. It's just
like... Guys, what about over here?

You don't need no love potion for that.

No, ma 'am.

Tasha, just get your own airspace. You
are way out of line.

Excuse me. If you two can't handle this,
I'm going to take over this case.

You are not even a bodyguard.

You just watch me guard his body. The
new formula has proven to be

effective on almost every woman I've
encountered.

But not all of them.

Can himself.

Increase the dose.

You see it after?

It was some kind of knockout gas.

I collected some residue from the air
band.

This is a very complex formula.

Look at those compounds.

These triple carbon compounds, you see
the way they're bonded with a metallic

reagent?

This is Tina's handiwork, Tina Stokes.

Tina, your old research partner?

You know, Julie said she left Biogram
suddenly.

Okay,

so you and Tina Stokes were working on
this kismet sauce, and you made it work,

didn't you?

See, I knew it. I knew it.

You know, you're hot, but you're not
that hot.

So what's with all the secrecy?

Well, do you know how many layers of
approval you have to go through before

can even test a new cosmetic? I mean,
it's like I reinvented the hydrogen bomb

or something.

Maybe you did.

Did Julie even know about this? She'd
kill me.

Breaking protocol like that?

Which I guess doesn't make a lot of
sense considering I did it all for her.

You mean you've been working on this top
secret aftershave just to win Julie

over?

It should have worked. I mean, it did
work on everyone but you.

It didn't work on me.

Yeah.

I mean, face it, Ken. You can't make a
foolproof love potion.

If there's chemistry between two people,
you don't need to mix it up in a lab.

What should I do?

Let Julie know how you feel.

Do something from the heart.

You'll know.

Hi.

What's up?

Nothing. I just wanted to talk.

So I guess you're not mad at me for
using that pheromone spray without

you, huh?

Do I look mad, Ken?

No.

But can we slow down a little?

See, now I'm in control, Ken.

What you made me do was lose control.

I don't like that.

Oh, come on.

It's been a really long day. I'm really
tired.

A little pukey.

You've been a bad boy, Ken.

Now you're going to have to pay.

Oh, where are we going here?

I know where I'm going.

You? Well, looks like you're going to
have to find out.

Bonjour. Comment ça va?

Bien. Put me on the box.

Okay.

Are you there, Ken? Yes.

Helen, that fire -breathing dragon back
at the hotel.

She was suffering from a rebound effect,
wasn't she?

Extreme aggression?

No, there's no conclusive evidence that
exists.

Right, and Kismet's just a theory. I'm
not buying it, Kenny.

No, the formula's for real, Tosh. Kenny
just admitted it to me.

Then I'd get working on an antidote
right away.

Why?

Because otherwise, I'm afraid of what I
might do to you.

The hormone formula is definitely in his
bloodstream.

With enough time, I can use it to
replicate the serum. How much time?

Two weeks, maybe three.

Now, Miss Stokes, there are six military
hot spots on the globe right now. I

would just as soon cash out. Before
things chill, get my drift.

Your man was supposed to get Miller.

Angel got the skin scraping as a last
-ditch measure.

Don't worry.

I know how to get Miller.

Pretty worried about me, huh? You know I
was. Come on, Ken. The company'd be

lost without you.

Oh.

Damn, you brainiac types don't know jack
about people, do you?

Now, don't get your hopes up.

Well, we don't have much time here.

I can't just wave a wand and make it
happen.

Well, it didn't affect Julie, and I
didn't get affected by it, but doesn't

tell you something?

Well, yeah, we could test each strand of
the DNA in your genetic makeup, see

what you two have in common.

Okay, how long is that going to take?

Five or six years.

Julie. Julie Nock.

Yes, can I help you? You sure can,
sugar.

Get in and shut your pretty little cake
hole.

Who are you?

Somebody who's on a hair trigger.

Julie?

Hey, Julie, hi.

Hi, it's Ken.

Ken, I need to see you.

All right. Uh, Julie, you know, if this
is about the formula... No, it's

personal. I'll tell you where I am, but
I have to see you alone.

Uh, no, I was going to bring Rizzo.

Yeah, real funny.

You know how I get sick of Rizzo's
jokes.

Plus those Hawaiian shirts.

Uh, Julie, Rizzo's a computer.

A real jerk, that's exactly what I mean.
Just get over here.

Don't make me wait another minute.

Uh, sure. Give me the address.

Who's Rizzo?

A friend of Ken's.

He's never visited me alone.

I don't know what makes you think he'll
come.

Oh, he'll come.

Take our protection tire out.

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, out. And I don't need your
protection.

What makes you think we'd give it, user?

What are you doing?

What I have to do.

Prove myself to Julie.

I thought

I may hear from you after the last time.

Don't act hurt, Badger. It does not
become.

And yet...

Brings me pleasure.

I'm going to give you pleasure on a
platter.

Just tell me who they are and where I
can find them.

On a platter.

Pleasure.

In that case... Not that I can say for
sure.

But the guy in the front looks like a
swindler out of Lompoc.

Works for an arms broker named Wilbur.

What's Wilbur buying these days?

I don't know, but your Uncle Sam always
has plenty of castles for Taylor to

play. Who's your Uncle Sam?

And I celebrate his house every day.
He's a good Russian duck.

A friend of mine delivered an entire
chemistry set to this address a couple

days ago.

Wilgen paid the bill.

A necklace?

What's this?

It's your platter.

Don't use too much and don't sit around
the next day.

Do svidaniya.

Do svidaniya.

I'm here. Tasha, can't phone.

Where'd he go?

We said he was going to go see Julie,
but I called him at Bioglam and he was

missing. He took a gun.

Oh, great.

I'm really worried that he's going to
try something heroic and it's all my

fault.

All right. I've got an idea of where
they might be.

I'll call quick. At least he can focus.

I can focus.

I thought you didn't want to be in any
danger.

Go work on your tan.

Just blowing off some steam.

You know, this is Ken's pheromone craft
doing this.

I have an antidote.

Suntan lotion?

Yes!

I mean, how do you explain the
coincidence? I've had this on since I

Julie had it on.

We're the only two unaffected. Hello?

Get out, Mom.

Well, yeah. Were you expecting somebody
else?

Come on in.

No, well, well.

I'm a fairy godmother.

Come on in.

Ken, I'm sorry.

They would have killed me.

They said all they wanted was a formula.

Now I know better, Julie.

They're not letting either of us go.

I guess that's why he's got the PhDs.

But you came anyway.

Of course.

I never let them hurt you, Julie.

You should have stuck to your test
tubes.

Can't watch out!

You guys have to do this right now.

You're right. I'd rather blow something
up. No. Will you guys put some of this

on, please?

Don't you realize how weird you guys are
acting?

Come to think of it, I have felt kind of
strange.

I guess we could try it.

Okay. Please.

Do it.

I've got an audio scope.

Let's hear what they're saying before we
rush in.

Don't bother. Redeem the police is part
of my training.

CIA?

Never heard of them.

Yeah, right.

So what are they saying?

As soon as Ken gives them the formula,
they're leaving the country.

And they're taking Ken and Julie with
them for insurance.

They could be off to any part of the
world, especially since they're arms

dealers.

Isn't that what your ferret friend said?

Badger, are you done?

Yeah, let's make it happen, baby.

Write it down.

The entire formula.

We're packed. We're ready to go.

Roll out the weapons.

How's he doing?

Uh, I think I'm done.

What the hell is this?

Where's Julie?

You're my ticket out.

They've got too much on you. Doesn't
matter.

Tampa booth detonator.

House of Y to blow.

Tina, you're sick.

More than you know.

30 seconds and the whole lot will be
leveled. It'll look like Wilbur had a

lab that got out of control.

Shoot if you want, but I suggest you get
out of the van. You know those

explosives under the house?

I moved them.

You're bluffing.

Why don't they ever believe me?

Poor Julie.

Come on, let's take my car.

I'm right here, Julie.

Slow down.

You better catch me.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand. Hang on. I got you.

I got you.

Why don't they ever believe me?

Any more moggies, anybody?

Fantastic idea, Val.

I know, isn't it cool we got together on
our off time?

Val, you do this all the time.

I know.

Okay, we need to talk.

Okay,

I'll start.

You know, when I told Ken to pursue
Julie, I didn't realize that she was

held hostage. So I guess my timing could
have been a little better.

I guess letting him run out of the
office with Tasha's 9mm Glock wasn't

great idea.

I think I've had my fill of guns for a
while.

And arguing.

Hey, Tasha.

I was captivated, bewitched, enchanted,
enraptured, smitten, whatever.

It won't happen again.

What happened to Miller anyway?

Me and Julie hooked up.

Oh, so the story has a happy ending.

Case closed and filed away.

With your eyes only.

On a need -to -know base.

Yep, and as far as I'm concerned, nobody
needs to know.

Hey, guys!

Val told me about that love potion.

Sounds like you guys had a pretty crazy
time.