All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S2E21 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Everything okay, Mary?

Excellent, Roman.

You know your money's
no good here.

That's very dear, Roman,
but I insist.

Otherwise I couldn't
come here anymore,

and that would be a shame,

since your place
is so convenient,

and you still make
the best fettuccini in town.

Listen, uh, Mary...

could we meet later this
evening and have a cappuccino?

That's a lovely thought,
but--

Freddie, what the devil's
wrong with you?

There's nothing
wrong with me, man.

It was an accident.

It was an
accident, dig?

Listen, there are a couple
of takeout orders

in the kitchen.

See to it, will you?
Right away.

Mary? Mary?

Never a dull moment.

Have a nice night,
Roman.

Mary...

Ah, how was your dinner,
Mr. Walker?

It was good.
Always good.

Thank you very much.

Just a minute.

Is that you, Carol?

Hi.

You want something?

What do you want?

Keep your hands off--

No!

Terry Jones is the
second girl in a month

to have been murdered
in my building.

I'm deeply concerned,

and the other three girls,

the ones that are
still living there,

they're, frankly, terrified.

Mrs. Smith, are the other
three girls prostitutes?

I prefer to call them
"working girls."

Oh. But there are
other women

in your apartments

who aren't working
girls, right?

A few, yes.

Mine is an equal opportunity
building,

male and female tenants
from all walks of life.

Well, tell me, do the girls
do their working

in their apartments?

Oh no.

They conduct all their
business on the outside.

I insist on it.

My building is their home,

the only home
some of these girls

have ever really known...

And their lives
aren't as glamorous

as people may think...

believe me, I know.

Well, what do the police
have to say about all of this?

The police,
as you can imagine, Angels,

have conducted
a thorough investigation,

but so far, have
no clues, no leads.

Well, that's
why I hired Charlie,

not only to continue
the investigation,

but to provide protection

for Bonnie, Carol,
and Melanie.

Bonnie, Carol,
and Melanie...

these are the three girls

who are still
with you, Dolly?

Dolly?

Yes, Charlie.

Well, do you two
know each other personally?

Well, suffice to say

Mrs. Smith and I
go back a long time.

Well, then you know what
Charlie looks like, right?

Well, it was
many years ago,

and then he was a--

Now, now, now,

I'm afraid there's no time
for reminiscences, Dolly.

Now, Angels, I've
made arrangements

for you to take up residence
in Mrs. Smith's building

and go undercover

as three of her
working girls.

Charlie...

In name
only, Sabrina.

Hopefully.

You know, Charlie, this case
is starting to interest me.

I hope that I have
an equally provocative cover.

/ think
you'll find it

an interesting
change of pace, Bosley.

Well, good luck, Angels.

Yeah, thank you,
Charlie.

You girls new in town?

We have some luggage.

Okay.

Thank you.

Be careful,
will you?

Carol, Bonnie,
this is Kris...

Hi.

Kelly...
Hello.

And Sabrina.
Hello.

New talent?

Yes.

Carol has the apartment
next to yours.

Oh, good.

Welcome to Bleak House.

Well, I've got
things to do,

so I've got to go.

If you need anything,
just let me know.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.
See you later.

You girls from L.A.?

No, no, no.
We just got in from Chicago.

Oh. Well, if you ever need
to borrow a cup of sugar,

all you have to do
is knock on the wall.

I'm down the hallway from
Carol. Apartment 3A, okay?

Bonnie, how long
have you been in L.A.'?

Four months. This is all
kind of new to me.

And when Bonnie says "new,"
she means "new."

Fresh out of Omaha

for the first time
in her life.

Oh, really?

To tell you the truth,
I'm a little scared

about all this that's
been going on around here.

Um, I wouldn't encourage her,

otherwise she'll be
on the next bus

like all the others.

Say, are any of you free

in about an hour?

Uh, well, that depends.

Well, I've got
these two clients,

and they are dying
for a party.

Bonnie's busy, and
nobody's available.

Oh, gosh, you know,
the plane ride was really wild.

I'm a little tired
and a little shook up.

I have a...
I have a bad back.

I'm supposed to stay
off--or on my feet.

I'm supposed to stay
on my feet.

What about you, Kelly?

Ahem.

Oh, um, I have a cold.

Achoo!

God bless you.

You should probably
have a sweater on.

Or a little wrap.

Too bad.

These guys look like
an awful lot of fun.

It's a shame
we have to miss it.

Ahem.

Hi, Freddie.

I went to your apartment,
but you weren't there.

Girls, this is Freddie,
my pizza pusher.

He works across
the street at Vail's.

This is Kris...

Hi.

Kelly.
Sabrina.

Meet Freddie.

How are you doing?
Hello. Hello.

Hey, listen, if there's
anything I can do for you girls,

don't be bashful.

Your other order
is getting cold.

Say goodbye, Freddie.

He has just a little bit
of a macho problem,

but he's basically harmless.

Oh, you like anchovies?

Oh, not for me.
I'm trying to watch my weight.

Uh, I'd love a piece,
thank you.

Oh, no, no.

Oh,
that's very good.

It's great.

Who is it?

Pizza.

Yeah?

$2.85.

Hang on.

Hey, you mind parking it
outside, friend?

Hey, relax. I ain't
going to bite you.

Yeah, sure, fella,

only I'd appreciate it
if you'd wait outside, okay?

Hey. Anyone ever tell you
you got great eyes?

Hey, don't get nervous.
I just paid you a compliment.

Hey, look, man,

just lay the pizza on me
and then split, okay?

Yeah, sure.
I'll lay it on you.

Creep!

You dumb...

Freddie,
make this delivery

and come right back.

Where's it go?

Across the street.

I don't like that place.

I'm getting fed up dealing
with some of those broads

that live over there.

I thought you
liked the ladies.

Not those kind.
They get under my skin.

Okay, okay,
it's all right.

You stay with her, Kris.

You're okay.

Come on.
You're okay.

Kelly, what happened?

Where do I report
a hit and run?

These police reports
aren't much help.

Let's keep looking.

Maybe we'll come up
with some sort of pattern

that could give us
some help.

Hi. Any luck?

Hi, Bos.

Nothing yet.
How's Bonnie?

Still giving her story
to the police.

She's in pretty
rough shape.

Wait a minute.

What's wrong, Bree?

Well, you notice
anything

about these two girls
who were killed?

What are you
getting at, Bree?

Well, they're...

they're,
they're both blonds,

and so is Bonnie...

Well, half the girls
in America are blonds

or trying to be.

Yeah, but three
victims, all blond.

Pretty big coincidence.

Maybe it's some
kind of a pattern.

Maybe we should get,
like,

an expert opinion.

Good idea.

Well, why don't we
call that man...

what's his name?
Eggars, Dr. Eggars.

The police consult him
all the time.

Yeah.

Right. You know,
while we're there,

maybe I can have
myself analyzed.

I'm finding it
pretty rough

adjusting to being
a janitor.

That's okay, Bos.

Poor little thing.

We appreciate you coming
down here, Dr. Eggars.

No problem. I need to
get out more, actually.

From what
we've told you,

do you think you can form
any sort of an opinion?

Um...

Oh, oh, sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, no problem.

Uh, nice aroma-

SNIC.

I beg your pardon?

It's called SNIC.

That's short for
"Six Nights in Copenhagen."

Well, that...
that sounds like fun.

How's that?

Oh, well...

You were about to tell us
if you'd formed an opinion.

Oh, an opinion.

Oh, yes, yes,
I like it here.

I do.
I like it here very much.

I'm talking about the case
we're working on.

Do you see any sort
of set pattern?

Yeah. Um...

Well, the fact that the victims
were all blond prostitutes

indicates that we're possibly
dealing with

a "Jack the Ripper"
personality.

I mean, it might suggest
a possible case

of displaced aggression.

Displaced aggression?

That's a psychological
condition

whereby a person,

in this case, a man,

develops a hatred
for a particular woman,

but he's unable
to carry out this aggression

due to some psychological
inhibition,

so he chooses a substitute
and kills that person instead.

Excuse me, doctor.

Once he's killed a substitute,

then why does he go on
and kill other people?

Because even though
the substitute is killed,

the original object
of his hatred

still remains alive.

Well, is there
any possibility

that this person
might eventually

get it out of his system
and stop killing?

Unlikely.

A psychopath personality
such as this

at the same time
harbors great guilt

and a desire to be punished,

so they just go on
committing their attacks

until they're caught.

Well...

who said
blonds have more fun, huh?

I don't remember anything.

All I want to do
is get out of here

like the rest of my friends.

Bonnie, cool it.

Honey, in a few
more minutes,

you're gonna be climbing
the walls, huh?

I can't help it.

Bonnie, look,
I know it's difficult,

but we really need your help.

You're the only one who's
had contact with the killer

and lived to tell about it.

Bonnie, I really think
you ought to stay...

for yourself,
as well as for the others.

I want to help. I do.

But I can't.

I just can't.

Here, honey, have
a drink of this.

You'll feel
a lot better.

Listen, I'm sorry.

It's just that
I'm so confused.

I mean, first someone
tries to kill me,

and then I find out

all you girls are
really detectives.

Well, it was important
that we be under cover...

I mean, for
everybody's sake.

Is there anything
you can tell us

that you didn't tell
the police?

I'll get it.

Listen, you want
my opinion?

You should talk to that creep
who works across the street.

That Freddie.

The one who
delivers the pizzas?

Yeah.

What about him?

Oh, he's bad news.

He came to my pad yesterday,
and started giving me heat.

Well, what kind of heat?

Oh, all kinds.
I mean, you know,

I put him down
as a weirdo

because he's weird.
You know what I mean?

And he's always
skulking around this place

with some sour
look on his face.

He's strange.
Bonnie's seen him.

Mm-hmm.

Look, uh,
Bonnie?

Sit down.

Now, I know this is
going to be difficult,

but I want you to think
as hard as you can

and see if you can
remember

any of the physical
characteristics

of the man who attacked you,
okay?

Like, um, how tall was he?

He grabbed me from behind.

I don't remember anything.

Okay, he grabbed you
from behind.

Now, did you feel his chest,
or did you feel his face?

He, um...he put his arm
on my throat.

Yeah?

Ant“...

I felt him, uh,
pushing me down.

That's all?

Well, okay.

Did you notice
anything at all

that was unusual?

Um, a sound, a word...

Uh, yeah, there was this odor.

An aftershave? Colog ne?

Okay, I know this
sounds crazy,

it's kind of hard to describe,

but the odor
was kind of like cooking,

or a restaurant...

It's Freddie,
I'm telling you!

Him and his pizza.
They both smell alike.

Hey, listen, we may
have something.

Why? Who was that?

A man named Jim Walker,

and he said he was an old
friend of Terry Jones.

The murdered girl
who had this apartment.

What did he want?

He wanted a date,

and he asked me
to bring my bathing suit,

and he specifically asked me
if I was a blond.

Where does he
want to meet you?

Uh, here in the marina,
on his yacht.

You're not going to go alone?

What other choice
do I have?

Uh, I go with you.

That much company
he didn't ask for.

Well, I'll keep
a very low profile.

I still think
it's Freddie,

the pizza freak.

Okay, we'll give it
some thought.

Nice boat.

I think you would
call that a yacht,

and if it
leaves the dock,

I'll be a stowaway.

Yeah, well,
if it leaves the dock,

I'm going to jump ship.
Or yacht.

Can you jump yacht?

I'll be close, okay?

Yeah.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Mr. Walker?

Miss Munroe?

Yes.

Welcome aboard.

There you go.

Thank you.

You brought
swimwear?

Yeah, just like
you asked.

You can change
down there.

Okay.

Uh...oh. Sorry.

It's lovely.
Very lovely.

Thank you.

Something to
warm you up?

Uh, please.

To a beautiful lady.

To a lovely day.

Yes, I suppose it is,
for most people.

Uh, I'm sorry.

W--what did you mean by that?

Well, I'm sure
that there might be those

whose circumstances are such

that a beautiful day
like this

had no meaning...

everything being relative,
don't you agree?

Uh, yeah, uh, sure,
I suppose.

Mr. Walker. 80, uh,
tell me about yourself.

I'm retired.

Mr. Walker, Retired.

I fashioned and manufactured
women's swimwear.

Oh. Well,
that sounds interesting.

It isn't.

You know, I'm really beginning
to dislike her.

Her?

Laurence...

Her? Laurence?

My wife.

Oh.

Oh, it's common law,
of course.

She's getting to be
such a nag.

Really?

I think it's because I'm
spending more time at home.

Ah, because you're retired.

Right,

and she's beginning
to really drive me crazy.

It's pick, pick, pick, pick,
all the time.

She doesn't like the way
my hair is cut.

She doesn't like
the clothes I wear,

I sleep too late
in the mornings...

I tell you,
it's getting me down.

Why don't you go back to work?

I told you,
I didn't like working.

Yes, I understand that,

but if you want to, you know,
keep things happy with Laurence,

it might be a good idea.

You know,
you're smarter than her.

Laurence?

No, Terry.

Oh, um, you mean
the dead girl.

Mm-hmm. I told her my problem,
several times.

She couldn't come up
with an answer.

Um...

Where are you going?

I don't think we have
anything else

to say to each other,
Mr. Walker.

A hundred dollars?
What's this for?

You gave me
an answer to my problem.

I'm very relieved.

Well, I'm very
relieved myself.

Please, take your money.

You know, it's too bad
we didn't meet years ago--

things might have been
different for me.

Well, you know what they say--
timing is everything.

Say hello to Laurence for me,
will you?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Real weird guy.

No witnesses?

Nothing.

It happened
near the laundry room,

and no one heard a thing.

Well, Mr. Walker
has an alibi.

She must have put up
a struggle.

There were skin fragments
under the fingernails.

Well, that means
whoever did it

is probably carrying
around some scratch marks.

Well, there was
one other thing.

The killer left this
behind.

Shark's tooth.

Yeah. Remember
what it looks like,

because I'll have
to give it

to the police
as evidence.

Yeah.

That's odd.

Very careless
of the killer,

leaving that behind.

Yeah.

Careless or deliberate?

What do you mean?

Well, I could understand

if there was a struggle
and she tore it off him...

but the clasp wasn't broken.

I've got to get out of here.

I'm sorry, but I'm scared.

Bonnie, look, there's
no reason to be sorry,

and it's perfectly
natural to be scared,

but we may be making
some progress.

What do you mean?

Well, we found something
near Carol's body.

It was a shark's
tooth pendant.

A pendant?

Yeah, Bonnie.

Have you ever see anyone

wearing anything
that looks like that?

Yeah...

Yeah, I have seen
something like that.

On who?

Freddie.

Freddie?
Are you sure?

No, I'm not.

I think so, but I couldn't
swear to it.

Who's the guy?

Just a friend.

Dump him. Let's jump on a
plane and go to Las Vegas.

Would it help if I told you

this is a business lunch
I'm having?

It might.

Okay. It's a business lunch.

Doesn't help.

Hi. Table for two?

Yes.

This way, please.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

My name is Roman Va“.

This is my place.

Your first time
here?

Right. I'm Kelly,
and this is Kris.

How do you do?

Hi. You have a terrific
location here, Mr. Vail.

Yes, I'm very
fortunate.

You know, I don't think
a minute goes by

that I don't see
your delivery boy, Freddie,

coming in and out
of our building

with those pizzas.

Yes, I keep him pretty busy.

I notice he's not
around.

You didn't fire him,
by any chance?

Fire him? Of course not.
Why do you ask?

Oh, one of our girls,
Melanie, I think,

said she got in an argument
with him.

Oh, well, Freddie gets
a little crazy at times.

I did have
a talk with him.

I'm sure he'll be on
his best behavior.

You're staring.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just
noticing your tie clip.

It's beautiful.

Is it gold?

Thank you. Yes, it is.

The two of you certainly have
some nice jewelry.

The two of us?

I mean you
and Freddie.

He has that beautiful
gold bracelet,

and that pendant he
wears around his neck.

The shark's tooth?

Yeah, do you know
where he got it?

My brother's birthday
is coming up,

and I'd like to get him one.

No. No, I don't know
where he bought that one,

but I know he'll probably

be getting another.

Oh, Why?

Well, it seems he lost
the one he was wearing.

That's what he said.

Um, tell me, do you know
where he is right now?

My brother's birthday
is the day after tomorrow,

and I'd like to get him one.

Oh, he's out making a delivery
right now.

In our building?

As a matter
of fact, he is, yes.

To that same girl
he had the argument with.

Melanie, wasn't it?

Oh...

I think we should
go talk to him.

Let's go see
if we can find him.

I'm sorry.

Aren't you
having lunch?

We'll take a rain
check, okay?

Yeah, we'll be back.

We'll be back.
See you later.

Yeah?

What's the matter,
you don't trust yourself?

Look, funny person,

just leave the pizza
on the floor

and then split, okay?

Hey, why can't you
be nice to me?

Hey, hey, look.

I only have so much
to spare every day,

and I don't want to spend it
on some delivery boy, hmm'?

You think you're
too good for me, huh?

Hey, look you said it,
oddball, and not me.

Now, leave the pizza
on the floor

and get out of my life, okay?

You want the pizza?

Yeah.

Here!

I'll teach you to
talk to me like that!

Melanie? Melanie,
open the door.

It's Sabrina.
Come on, open it!

What's the matter?

It was Freddie.
He came after me.

All right, calm down.
What happened?

He tried to break
the door in!

I tell you, he's crazy!

I think he went
that way.

Get back inside
and lock the door.

I'm telling you
he's crazy!

Freddie! Hold it!
Hold it!

We lost him.

Yeah.

I got a feeling

he ain't gonna
stop running, either.

Anyway, lieutenant,

after we lost him,
we called you.

Oh, incidentally,
that shark's tooth pendant

that we found
near Carol's body...

well, we think
it belongs to Freddie,

but we're not sure.

So you say
you chased him

down into the garage?

Yeah we chased him
down into the garage and...

then we lost him.

And the other girl, Melanie,

she claimed that Freddie
tried to kill her.

She's easily agitated,
but that's what she claims.

She was pretty upset.

Okay,

I'll put out an
APB on Freddie.

Do you three have any ideas?

Freddie's boss--

he has a pizza place
across the street.

He might be able
to give us a handle on this.

Why not? I like pizza.

Look, if it's okay with you,
I think I'll stay here

and see if I can find out
anything else from Melanie.

All right. Okay.

We'll see you later.

All right, bye, now.

Table for three?

No, it's just
a business visit.

Do you know these ladies?

Sure.

They live in the building
across the street.

I can vouch for them.

I'm sure you can.

You're not in any kind
of trouble, are you?

Oh no, we're just here
to help the sergeant.

As witnesses.

Uh, is Freddie on
the premises?

Uh, no.

He went out earlier.
He hasn't come back yet.

Is there anything wrong?

Well, he's wanted
for questioning.

It seems that he tried

to attack one of the ladies
about an hour ago.

Freddie?

You know the girl

we were telling you about

that Freddie
had an argument with?

Yes, vaguely. Mm-hmm.

Well, it's
the same girl.

Melanie Robbins.

And you say Freddie
tried to strangle her?

Uh, no one said anything

about strangling, sir.

I just said that
he tried to attack.

Oh, well I just assumed...

You assumed what, Mr. Va“?

Well, I assumed that
since the other girl

had been strangled,
that...

Luckily,
it didn't get that far.

Well if you see him
or hear from him,

call me
at this number, please.

Of course,
lieutenant.

Thank you.

Coming, Kris?

Oh, no.
I'm a little hungry.

I think I'll stay
and get a bite to eat.

Okay. See you later.

Yeah.

This way, please.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hi, 803.
Working hard?

Don't ask.
As soon as I drop these,

I'm supposed to go
fix a faucet in 4F.

Well, you better hop to it.

The only problem

is I cannot
get into apartment 4F.

Oh, you mean
you don't have a key?

Yes, I have a key,

but it's locked from the inside,
and I can't get an answer.

Oh, be careful, Bos.

You're going to
blow your tip.

Funny.

Hi. No sign
of Freddie?

No. Sergeant Mathews
went back to the station,

and Kris is hanging in
at the restaurant

in case Freddie shows.

Where's Bosley?

Downstairs.

He's supposed to fix
a leaky faucet

in apartment 4F,
and he can't get in.

He can't get into 4F?

He says it's locked
from the inside,

and no one answers.

Well, no one can answer.

That's Peggy Phillips'
apartment.

She's been out of town
for over a week.

Well, maybe she came back.

I just spoke to
her last night.

She called to tell me
she'd be away for a month

and would be late
with the rent.

Then how could it be locked
from the inside?

You don't suppose...

Freddie?

Hey!

Aw, no!

Freddie!

There are handymen,

and then there are handymen.

I didn't do it.
I didn't kill nobody!

Then why did you
run from us,

and why did you run

from Melanie's
apartment yesterday?

Because you people
were chasing me.

I'm funny that way.

You chase me with guns,
and I run.

Can you explain why you were
hiding in that apartment?

I needed to be alone,
to get my head together.

Is that what you do when
you need to be alone?

You break into somebody's
apartment?

I notice you're not
wearing your shark's tooth.

I lost it.

That's interesting.

Yeah? Why?

Because it was found
next to a girl's body

who happened
to have been strangled.

Look, I told you,

I don't know nothing
about those stranglings.

Strangling isn't my bag.

What is your bag,
then?

Is it to frighten people

and then...
then attempt murder?

What's that supposed to mean?

It's supposed to mean

that Melanie says
after you delivered her pizza,

you tried to kill her.

Look, I never tried
to kill no one in my life.

Well, they finally
nailed you, huh,

you little creep?

You're the creep!

Why'd you tell them
I tried to hurt you?

I didn't even touch you.

Oh, listen to him lie.

I wouldn't open my door,

so he broke it in
and he came after me.

I didn't do nothing!

Freddie, sit down.

Okay, okay,

we had a few words,
but that's all.

I just don't like people
treating me like dirt.

So I lost my temper. So what?

So you tried to strangle me
like the others.

You shut up!

Freddie, sit down!

Now, sit down
and cool off!

He's crazy. I told you.

Bosley why don't you take
Melanie back to her apartment

until the police
get here, huh?

I'll be back
in a minute.

I hope they look you up
and throw away the pizza,

you little creep!

Now, wait a minute.

What's wrong?

Well, Melanie obviously
doesn't have blond hair, right?

So?

Well, it breaks
the pattern.

All of the other girls
who were attacked

had blond hair.

Our displaced
aggression theory.

Yeah.

Freddie,

does Vail know

that you lost
your shark's tooth?

What's that
got to do with anything?

Does he know? Just answer me.

I didn't tell him about it,
if that's what you mean.

Then how did he know?

He said that you told him
you lost your shark's tooth.

Then he lied.

Bree, have we been chasing
the wrong one?

Yeah.

Who, as Bonnie
put it,

smells like
a restaurant?

And Kris is still there.

And she's most
definitely a blond.

Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.

Thank you.

Mary, listen to me.

Roman,
let go of my arm.

You're not being
reasonable.

My car is waiting.

I, uh...
I think I'd like my check now.

Mr. Vail, you don't
have to do this.

Look, we can help you.

Mr. Vail!

Kris, you
Huh? Okay?

You all right?
You sure?

Mary?

Oh, Mary, I...
I always loved you.

I always have.

We should have
stayed married.

You know
I always loved you,

and I always will.

Don't you understand?

Can't you see how it is?

Mary?

I understand.

Well, Angels,

how did it feel being members

of the world's
oldest profession?

Speaking for myself, Charlie,
very happy to end my career.

Yeah, Bree's right,
Charlie.

That profession
can be more dangerous

than this one.

At least the other
little ladies of the evening

won't have Vail to worry about
anymore.

Boy, that psychiatrist,
Dr. Eggars,

was certainly right

about his displaced aggression
theory.

I imagine you were surprised

to find out Vail was married
to Mary Thomas.

He was still
in love with her,

so every time she rejected him,
he took it out on other blonds

who look like her.

Mm-hmm.

You'll be happy [0 know that
I've heard from Mrs. Smith.

She reports her building is...
is back to business as usual.

Another job well done,
Angels.

Thank you, Charlie.

Oh, Charlie, listen,
we were wondering

if maybe we could take
a couple of days off

and maybe do a little skiing.
What do you say?

As a matter of fact, Charlie,

I may make a stab
at skiing myself.

Not so fast, Bos/ey.

I'm afraid the Angels

will have to make
their little ski trip alone.

Mrs. Smith has a little job
for you.

Mrs. Smith?

Mm-hmm.

It seems there's a plumbing
problem in each apartment

up and down the line.

Mrs. Smith claims
you caused it.

What does she expect me
to do about it?

/don't know,

but she said
to wear your overalls.

Oh...

Charlie, are you sure
you won't join us

on the ski slopes?

Uh, no thanks, Kelly.

I'm into more intellectual
pursuits this week.

Well, happy skiing,
Angels.

Your move, my dear.

Your move, my dear?

What kind of an
intellectual sport

is that?

You better not
think about it, Busby.

You snooze, you lose.

You better get your overalls
on and get on over there.

Mrs. Smith's waiting, Bosley.