All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S2E18 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Hello.

Hi, Bosley.

Now?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Okay, I'll tell them.

Yeah.

Well, we're supposed to go
to the office in one hour.

We have a case out of town.

Oh, no. Out of town?

Aw, what about
the party tonight, huh?

Looks like it's
down the tubes.

No way. Listen,
we'll just tell Charlie

we've been planning
this party for weeks

and we'll start
the case tomorrow.

And then he will politely tell
us to unplan the party.

No, he can't do that,
not if we stick together.

That's true,
there's safety in numbers.

It'll work.

Okay. What are we going
to feed all these people?

Well, I don't know,
but whatever it is

we'd better have enough
for people with big appetites

because you remember that guy
I met? Jerry? Remember him?

Yeah.

He's going to bring over some
players from the Rams.

Oh, I hope Joe Namath comes,
I really do.

Bree, what time is it?

It's, uh...
yeah, it's nearly 10:30.

Hey, we'd better get
to the office.

Listen, I think
I'll stick around

just for a few minutes,
anyway.

Betsy Harper is supposed
to come by

and sell me
those cosmetics.

I don't think she's
going to make it, Kris.

You know, I think she'd
have been here by now.

Let me look around the beach
just for a few minutes.

She really needs the money.

- AW...
- Okay, but don't be late.

You know how Charlie is
about being on time.

Please, Kris, I don't want
to hear Bosley's

"time is money" speech.

- Hurry up.
- Time is money!

I'll be there.

Francona, Who's in vest/gating

the so-called Sandcastle
Murders,

re vealed that
yesterday's victim

the second in less
than three weeks,

also died of strangulation.

Police noted that both victims
were somewhat

similar in appearance

and one source referred to
them as look-alike killings.

And now for today's weather.

Hey, you don't own me.

I'm doing my thing,
that's all.

You see?
That's just what I mean.

Now, when have I ever tried
to own you?

Okay.

All right, I... I'm sorry.

I'm just...
I'm a little uptight.

You been taking care
of business?

Because, babe, you look
kind of wiped.

It's sweet of you to care,
Hank, but I'm okay.

Except for that.

That is so creepy.

Using those things
right on top of us.

I feel like I'm
under a microscope.

Man, he's a real hulk,
isn't he?

Why don't you tell
one of the beach cops?

Tell Dave.

Uh-uh. No way.

Why not?

What's the matter?

Well, just forget it, okay?

Betsy?

Hey, I thought you
were going to come by

and sell me
those cosmetics.

Oh, I forgot.
I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Actually, um, I was coming to
see you about something else.

Um, seeing as you're
a detective and everything

I thought you could help me.

Well, sure, honey. What is it?

Well, if somebody saw something
that wasn't definite--

you know, um,
you didn't actually see

them do it or anything,
but, uh...

it could be important...

Wait a minute. Do what?

Oh, I don't know if I
should tell anyone or not.

I'll get the person
hassled, and, and...

I might get myself...
in trouble.

Okay, now, was it a crime?

For sure.

Well, I-I think you
should tell the police.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not in trouble
or anything, but, uh...

Kris, I've been on my own
since I was 14, and...

Betsy, look, I want to help
you, honey, but you're...

you're making it hard.

Yeah. Yeah,
I guess you're right.

I tell you what.

Why don't I go up and I'll
put on a pot of coffee

-and we'll talk about this.
- No. No, I got to go.

Betsy?

Let me help you.

Bosley:
H1; Kelly. Bree.

Morning, 803.
Hi, Bos.

Where's Kris?

She'll be along.

Soon.

Yeah, well, I hope so.

You know how Charlie is
about punctuality.

See when mean?

Better answer that, Bosley,
it might be the phone.

Hello, Charlie.

Good morning, Bos/ey. Angels.

Good morning, Charlie.

Good morning, Charlie.

All present and accounted for?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, all here, Charlie.

We're all here.

Well, then,
let's get down to business--

Assuming everyone's had lunch.

Sabrina?

Yeah, Charlie,
I've, uh... I've eaten.

Kelly?

Uh, ditto, Charlie.

Kris?

Listen, Charlie,
there's been

a couple of calls
this morning.

- Kris?
- Me too, Charlie.

And ready to go to work?

Yeah.
I mean, no, Charlie.

Charlie, what she means is

you see, we've been planning
this party for weeks, and, uh...

No. No, that's not
what I mean.

It isn't?

Oh, man, she
was so scared

and it was
like she knew something.

Maybe about the murders.

And, I don't know,
she was so lost, and,

and I was the only person
that she could talk to, only,

only I couldn't
get through to her.

Slow down, Kris.

Translation, someone, please.

What are you talking about?

Who was so scared
about what, and...?

Are you talking
about the Sandcastle Murders?

Yes.

Betsy Harper?

Oh. If your friend has
something tell her to give it

to Lieutenant Francona.

He needs all the help
he can get.

Well, I told her she should
report it, Charlie, but...

but she's really afraid,
and, you know

she's just one
of those beach kids.

About the deal
at hand, Charlie--

it's a very lucrative deal,
the one in Palm Springs.

Did you feel that she was
genuinely frightened, Angel?

Aw, Charlie,
she was scared to death.

In that case, you'd best
go back and find out why.

Well, what about
the new assignment?

We won't worry
about that now.

Off you go, Angel.

Okay. Charlie, I love you.

Um... uh...

Sabrina, Kelly, maybe one of
you ought to keep her company.

You're a good guy, Charlie.

Like to tell you that
to your face someday.

Charlie?

Yes, you may go too.

Thank you, Charlie.

I know, Bosley, time is money.

Hey!

Hi. Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Sure can.

Hey, are you
Jill's sister?

Yeah. Hi. Kris.

Dave Christopher.

Nice to meet you.

Same.
I've seen you on the beach

a few times
since you've moved in

but this is the first
time I got lucky.

Hey, listen, I'm looking
for a kid named Betsy Harper.

Have you seen her around?

It's kind of important.

Don't think I know her.

Is she in trouble?

No. I talked to her
this morning.

She seemed kind of spooked.

Everybody who hangs out
at the beach is

because of
this sandcastle business.

Want me to
help you look?

Nah. Thanks.

He was a big dude,
muscle beach type.

Had an eagle tattoo here,
and I think...

I think he drives a blue van,
but I don't know his name.

Kris said you used
to go out with Betsy.

Yeah, some.

What broke it up?

She started messing around

with this guy old enough
to be her old man.

You know, daddy cool,
lot of bucks.

Uh, do you know his name?

He's the sales manager of the
cosmetic company she works for.

His name's Fallon.

Larry, Barry,
or something.

Tell me, if I found him,
would I find her?

I think he bounced her.

Tell you what
you might try though.

The lady that owns the company--
her name's Melissa Rossiter.

Now, she's got
a beach house

a mile or two up that way,
higher end district.

Well, why would Betsy
be there now?

Whenever she's, um... broke,
or would come unglued

you know, she'd go up there

and the nice lady
would let her crash.

Thanks, Hank.
You've been a lot of help.

Hey, listen.

I'd ask you out
for dinner or something

but you probably carry a gun,
and I don't believe in violence.

Well, I understand,
and, uh...

I'll try to live with it.

Hey, Kris!

I think I've
got something.

A house up the beach.

A lady named
Melissa Rossiter.

Come on, let's go.

Kelly?

It's an old bracelet of mine.

I gave it to Betsy.

Kelly...?

Another look-alike,
lieutenant?

Enough similarity
for a nut.

How was she killed?

She was strangled,
like the others.

It was somebody strong.

Oh, that figures.

He'd, uh... he'd have
to put her away fast

in a public place
like this.

So you two work for
Charlie Townsend, huh?

That's right.

There's only three things
in this world I hate--

cabbage, rot-gut whiskey
and your boss.

Why do you hate Charlie?

Well, Charlie and me started
off together as beat cops.

Today he's got
a Rolls-Royce,

and I got a
bleeding ulcer.

That answer
your question?

Uh, Dave is it?
Yeah.

When was the last time

you passed this
area on patrol?

Oh, an hour ago.

Nothing suspicious?

No. Negative.

Then you had to be

the last one
to see her alive.

Betsy's killer was the last
person to see her alive.

If I want the cutes, honey,
I'll turn on TV, okay?

You got any idea who
was following her?

I didn't even know the girl.
You'll have to ask them.

Well...

you two know a lot
about this case

for a couple amateurs.

Look, we don't know
anything more than...

than anybody
would know

spending an hour
on this beach.

Oh, I'll spend my hour,
and a few more hours.

Meantime, you'll
answer my questions.

Now, how come you're
looking for a girl

about the same time
she gets herself killed?

We suspected she
was in trouble

and she looked a little
like the other victims.

Yeah, but she
didn't say anything

about the Sandcastle
Murders, did she?

No, not exactly.

It's just instinct.

If you want to ask us
any more questions

you'll have to hold us.

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

I let Betsy stay
here occasionally,

but I can't really
say I knew her.

Oh, I feel terrible.

She was... she was
such a child.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

You said she worked
for you, she stayed here

and you didn't know her?

Would you like a drink?

No.

Well, frankly,
I could use one.

You've... you've
got to understand

where I am coming from.

I was a runaway
when I was a kid

just like Betsy.

Like so many of them

lived... I lived
right on the beach

and, uh, it was fun.

It was really a lot of fun
for a while.

But then in the end it...
it gets desperate.

Well, you seem to have
pulled yourself together okay.

It has not been easy,
but people have helped me

and, uh... I invented
a cosmetic line

that just took off.

And you want to pay
a little of it back?

That's right.

But I have been going
through a very painful divorce

and I have been working hard.

Maybe I didn't give the kids
who come around here

the attention I should.

Did you know any of the other
girls that were murdered?

Oh, no.

Look, I wouldn't
take it on myself.

The killings seem to be
at random by some psycho.

Melissa, hi.

Oh.

I came as soon
as I could get away.

Oh, I'm glad.
Darling.

Larry Fallon, this
is Kelly Garrett

and Kris Munroe.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hello.

These are detectives
that Betsy knew.

Oh, they certainly don't fit
my stereotype of a detective.

Did you know Betsy?

No, not well.

I'm, um, head of sales,
but we use dozens of kids

as part-time
door-to-door salespeople.

Frankly, they're not
very dependable.

They come and go.

Then you work
for Melissa Cosmetics?

Well, and then some.

When I get
my final divorce

Larry and I are
going to be married.

Congratulations.

Fallon was lying.

He said he hardly knew Betsy,

but the lifeguard said
she was dating him

and Fallon dropped her.

Maybe it's the lifeguard
who was lying, Angel.

From your description
of Larry Fallon

I would guess
a certain prejudice.

Charlie, this guy
is really bad news.

Instinct.

And Kris' instinct
was right about Betsy.

Okay, so...

Kris's instinct
says Fallon's bad news.

Okay, I give a lot
of credit to instinct

but...
how bad is the bad news?

I mean, is Fallon

lying to his fiancee
to cover an indiscretion

or is the man a murderer?

About the other case, Charlie

the one that might
help pay your trip

to Acapulco...

Very seductive of you, Bosley,

but I think we'll stay
on this one for a while.

Well, we don't have a client.

Yes, we do.

Me.

Oh.

Forget about it, Bosley.

I'm looking forward

to Lieutenant Francona's
embarrassment.

Thank you, Charlie.

Okay, look, now, if we're
going to do this thing

I guess I'll have
to cover Fallon, right?

I mean he's already seen
Kris and Kelly, huh?

And Kris and Kelly
know the beach scene

so they're the ones to look for
the gorilla with the tattoo.

How do you hide a gun
in a bikini?

Very carefully.

What's my assignment,
Charlie?

Bosley, I understand
you're something

of a gourmet chef.

Well, I have been known
to give rise to souffle

from time to time.

In that case, I have
just the co ver for you.

Oh...

All right, let me smell
your breath.

My breath? Why?

Well, you're a cook,
aren't you?

They're all drunks,
it's the fuel.

I assure you
that I am not a drunk.

Well, then,
you're a till-tapper.

Madame, I do not steal money
from cash registers.

If you're not a drunk,

and you're not a till-tapper,

why do you want to work here?

Sea air.
My doctor recommended it.

I don't know...

I don't know if I should hire
you or just, uh, close down.

Close down?

Haven't you noticed
how deserted the beach is?

Afeared of that
Sandcastle Murderer.

More likely
feared of ptomaine.

Think you can do better, huh?

I have been a chef at some

of the finest restaurants
in America.

All right, you can start.
$2.50 an hour and eats.

Ah, nothing fancy.

Anyway, I thought
maybe if I could

ride around with you,
I might find something

I don't know, maybe somebody
that knew Betsy.

Would it be okay?

You better believe it.

Don't want to intrude
on your territory, now.

Are you kidding?

You're an investigator,
and I'm, uh...

just a private...
security man, glorified lifeguard.

Doesn't look like
such a bad job to me.

Fresh air, warm sun,
pretty girls.

Long hours, low pay,
no status.

Hey, Mr. Garrison,
you catch anything?

Well, better luck tomorrow.

You see that guy?

He's a millionaire, retired,
comes here everyday.

He doesn't know
what to do with himself.

If it was me...

I'd know.

Yeah? What would you do?

Well...

maybe one of these days
I could sh--

show you.

Come on, hop in.

Have you ever done sales
work, Miss Duncan ?

Uh, yes.
It's all down there.

I see.

Oh, you have
a university degree.

Are you sure
you'll be satisfied

working door-to-door?

Hi, Leslie.

Oh, Mr. Fallon, hi.

Hi. Hello, Mr. Fallon.

Hello. How are you?

Miss Duncan!

Yes? What is it?

Well, uh, you don't
know me, but I know you

or at least who you are.

Who am I?

Well, you're the man
to get to know

if you want to get
anywhere in this company.

You've just applied
for a job

and you're asking
for a promotion?

Well, I've never been
accused of modesty.

I believe it.
What's your name?

Uh, uh, Sabrina Duncan.

I am ambitious
to start a new career

and I have a lot of
experience in makeup.

- How's that?
- Well, I was an actress.

Uh... in a former life.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Sabrina,
how about lunch?

Well, why start
at the bottom?

How about dinner?

Ooh... come into my office.

We'll talk about it.

Uh...

Just keep that... form.

Uh, next.

Hey, Chubby.

How about some service?

Right. What can
I do for you, sir?

I want a bacon

lettuce and tomato sandwich.

And a glass of milk.

You got it.

BLT with mayo and moo...

Something wrong?

Wrong? No.

Of course not.

Kris, Kelly, can you hear me?

Hello? Kris?

Yeah, Bosley?
What is it?

Hey, you!

Make that on whole wheat.

Rig ht, rig ht.

Kelly, Kris, the man
with the tattoo, he's here.

Okay. We'll be right
there. Hold him.

Hold him?

Oh, uh, listen, uh

how would you like
some French fries?

I just ate.

Yeah, but I mean, I mean
like dessert, you know.

They're free.
They're on the house.

I don't eat stinking fries.

Look, man, I got respect
for my body.

You should have some
respect for yours.

Your body's got
too many muscles on it.

What'd you say?

I said, I Will.
I Will.

Hey, don't you
want your change?

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

The blue van!

We'll get him.

I think I know
that dude.

He works there. I think
he lives there too.

What do you mean,
"lives there"?

Well, there are apartments
above the merry-go-round.

Let's go talk to him.

Hey, wait a minute.

You sure that
that's a good idea?

Well, he's the only
suspect we have.

Yeah, but we don't
have one bit

of hard evidence
against him.

Well, we'll shake him down,
see what we can find out.

Why don't we let the
homicide guys do that.

If we do it and he makes us
then it's going to be

a lot harder for us
to keep an eye on him.

That's true.

I sure would like to get a
look inside that van, though.

All right,
you're on.

But if he catches us,
you wrestle with him.

Well, he's
a bird watcher.

Yeah, not the kind
with wings.

Look at this.

What's that?

Porno.
Snapshots or something.

I don't know.
Kind of sick.

Hmm... mm-hmm,
mm-hmm.

Pretty weird guy.

Can we get out
of here now?

Yeah, sure.
Ugh...

Is this Where
you bring all the girls?

I see my reputation's
preceded me.

Well, it's never been
a crime for a man

to like women.

About the job,
I checked.

There's an opening:

assistant sales manager.

Oh...

Well, I can't be
vice president.

You're vice president.

What happened to the girl
who had the job before me?

Uncooperative.

I see.

Well, you're very direct.

Honey, how do you think
I got where I am today?

When I want something,
I go right for it.

Like, um, president
of the company?

How did you hear about that?

Well, I, uh, know you're engaged
to marry Melissa Rossiter.

Uh, I mean, girls
do talk, you know?

This doesn't have anything
to do with us.

Oh, no, no.
It doesn't bother me at all.

Just curious.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you heard right.

If Melissa's divorce
ever comes through.

Messy, huh?

In case you haven't noticed...

I love gossip.

Well, her husband's
holding it up.

He's trying to stick her
for a huge settlement.

Well, he's entitled, isn't he?

Community property.

No, not this time.

You see, they married

when they were both wet
behind the ears

and separated before
Melissa hit really big.

Sounds like Mr. Rossiter
is a little greedy.

His name's not Rossiter,
it's Christopher.

Dave Christopher.

He's a private security guard
on the beach.

Just one step
up from a surfer.

Gee, that's kind of funny.

Why would a woman like her
marry a man like that?

Mm-mm.

Now, you may like gossip,
but I don't.

Let's talk
about you and me.

Or more specifically,
your place or mine?

As soon as I return
from the ladies' room.

Now? How about an answer?

Well, you're in

the cosmetics business,
aren't you?

You wouldn't want to take a
lady home with messy mascara.

I'll be right back.

Excuse me.
Rest room?

Thank you.

Hey, I really enjoyed that.
Thank you.

The food was
terrific.

Well, not the fa--fa--

the fanciest restaurant
in town.

Will you stop putting
yourself down?

The food was very nice.

The company was
terrific.

You can't ask
for more than that.

Well, um...

if it was that
enjoyable

do you think I could
come in for a while?

I'll tell you what.

I'm going to go
answer that phone

and you're going
to go home

and I'll see you
tomorrow.

Thanks again.

Night.

Night.

Hello.

Kelly, it's me.

Listen, I just found
something out.

I think we ought
to all get together.

No, Kris isn't home yet,
but I got a key to her place.

We could wait for her.

Well, I'm going to tell him
I got a terrible headache.

Yeah, okay. Bye-bye.

All right. let her go.

Let her go.
Back off. Back off.

Hey, wait, wait.

Real slow, get up
against the wall.

Real slow. Real slow.

Are you okay?

I've never been so glad
to see two people.

Kelly, call the police, huh?

No need.

Dave, what are you
doing here?

I passed his van
a couple miles back.

I thought I'd come back
and check

-just to be sure.
- Lucky you did.

Looks like you did all right.

I'll take this dude
downtown.

I'll call you
as soon as he's booked.

I scared herjust
like you said, Dave.

And now I'm
in big trouble.

I told you I'd take care
of you and I will.

Just keep your mouth shut
and it'll be okay.

With Gerson in jail

we should have this

whole thing
wrapped, right?

Wrong. Wrong.

There's one thing
that's still bothering me.

It's kept me
awake all night.

- Dave Christopher.
- Mm-hmm.

Why didn't he tell us

that he was married
to Melissa Rossiter?

I don't know, Bree.

I mean I was
with the guy for dinner--

he didn't even mention it.

They never do.

And not only did
he not tell us

that he was married
to Melissa Rossiter

he didn't tell us that
in the divorce proceedings

he wants half of her fortune--
Community property.

That's what he meant
when he said

he would be
a millionaire someday.

Bosley, what did you put
in these eggs?

Just a little chives

some cottage cheese

and a dollop
of sherry.

Well, well, well,
well, well, good morning.

Good morning.

Ladies, I've got
some bad news for you.

Gerson bailed himself out
early this morning.

You're Lieutenant Francona?

And you're...?

Sabrina Duncan.
I work with Kris and Kelly.

That's really terrific--
He bailed himself out.

Did you give him a map
to Kris' house

so he'd be sure
not to get lost?

Hey, hold it.
I don't make the laws.

It was a bailable offense--

breaking,
entering and assault.

Felony?

Not even
aggravated.

Simple? Simple assault?

The man didn't use a weapon.

The lady doesn't have
a bruise on her.

Yeah, well, he didn't have
a chance to put one on me.

Got something
else to tell you.

He's got excellent alibis

for two
of the Sandcastle Murders.

Well, that isn't
any help to Kris.

Can we put
a police guard on her?

Oh, boy, you've got to be
working with these three

to come up with a question
like that.

We don't have enough men
to guard the mayor.

Let me ask you
one simple question then:

What are you going to do?

Honey, I just did it.

I warned you.

Have a nice day.

That man is unbelievable.

Well, we can't afford to waste
time worrying about him.

Kris is in real danger.

Well, I know one thing:

You don't wait for your enemy
to come to you.

But, Bree,
Dave '5 a security officer,

he could have been questioning
Gerson on his own.

And giving him money?

Well, maybe it was
for information.

Uh-uh.
I don't think so.

Hey, look, Kris,
do you still have

that advertising folder
of Melissa Cosmetics?

The one that's got Mrs.
Rossiter's picture on it.

Mm-hmm.
Could you get it?

Sure.

Hey, I've got
some news.

I don't know what it means,
but it's odd.

Kris, when you and Dave
followed Gerson

to the merry-go-round
that first day

did he admit
he knew Gerson?

He said he'd thought
he'd seen him around.

Well, Gerson works
at the merry-go-round.

We knew that.

What we didn't know

is that Dave lives in one
of the apartments above it.

What?

Now, that's weird.

Why wouldn't he mention that?

What does all that got to do

with some maniac killing
girls on the beach?

Now, wait a minute, look.

Look at this picture
of Melissa Rossiter.

She's got blonde hair, blue
eyes, she's light complexioned.

Same general body build

as the rest of the girls
who were killed, right?

Are you saying that
Melissa is a candidate

for a look-alike killing?

Well, suppose Dave wanted
his wife killed

before she got a divorce.

Means he would go
from patrolling the beach

to owning the beach.

Yeah, but he'd also be
the most likely suspect in town.

Of course.

Unless she were just one

of a whole series of girls
who were killed,

all of whom
looked alike.

Well, who's going
to suspect him?

Everybody's looking
for some nut.

Oh, Sabrina, that's...

I know, I know, I know.
It's pretty far out.

But if I'm right,
it's really very clever.

But he'd have to be insane

to go around killing people
so... casually.

Yeah, and if you are right,

Melissa's number should be
coming up very soon.

You think she'll believe us?

I don't know, but I think we'd
better try to convince her.

- I think you're right.
- Let's go.

This is the craziest
thing I've ever heard of, really.

I mean, I know
that you people mean well.

But that fact that David
wants to kill me

and you have
no proof...

We don't have time
to wait for proof.

That's why we came
to you now, Melissa.

Maybe we can
help each other.

To do what?

It is so preposterous.

Mrs. Rossiter, has Dave ever
been in any trouble?

No...

Well, not serious.

He does have a temper.

What do you mean?

Well, he was asked

to leave
the police department.

That's why he became
a private guard.

He hurt someone.

What about you?

Did he ever do
anything to you?

Only once,
and that was when

I was telling him
I was leaving him.

Look, David is

a very proud man,
and he was finding it

very difficult
to live with a wife

who is making it big
in the business world.

I could handle it,
he couldn't.

He has asked you
for a lot of money.

Yes.

I will admit...

I will admit
that there have been times

when he has been...

he has been a little ugly,

but that is over now.

Excuse me, what do you mean?

He called me.

He called me this morning

and he is going to give me
the divorce on my terms.

When is this going to happen?

This afternoon.

He asked me to come over
to his place

and we are going to settle it,
just the two of us

and he was very, very nice.

Is today Monday?

It better be.
Yesterday was Sunday.

The pier's closed on Monday.

Right.

It wouldn't be hard
to get a body out of there

and down on the beach
after dark.

It isn't possible.

Is it?

Well, if you'll help us,
we'll find out.

David?

David?

Dave?

Theatrical?

Sorry, Melissa,
I just couldn't resist.

You gave me hell
when we lived together.

I'm giving you
a little back.

David...

You know who this is?

This is
the Sandcastle Killer.

I'm going
to capture him tonight.

Unfortunately,
I had to kill him for resisting arrest.

S-s-s-sememem papers
“m there?

You didn't really think I was
going to sign them, did you?

David, please.

I never hurt you.

I never...

Every time you wrote a check,
it hurt me.

Now you're going to be
the last victim

of the Sandcastle Killer.

Hold, it, Dave.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Stay here.

Dave came out
of surgery this morning,

and he'll survive
to stand trial.

Thanks to Sabrina's
incredible athletic prowess.

Actually, it was
kind of a kick.

I'm so glad you forgot
I was the lifeguard.

It was a good job
on your part, Angels.

I just wish there hadn't
been a case, Charlie.

Me too.

It's the only one
that didn't

bring in a plugged nickel,
Charlie.

What it did bring in

was a call
from Lieutenant Francona.

You're kidding.

Why? Did he want to arrest us
for solving his case?

No, it was to congratulate us

and that, Bosley,
was worth a fortune to me.

Take the day off, Angels.

Go get a winter tan.

I have an incredible urge...

Huh?

To do something.

Come on.

To do what?

Uh...

I think the shrinks

call it regression.

But it'll be fun.

Come on.

Bree, wait a minute.

Where are
we going?

This could cost
a lot of money.

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