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CHARLIE: Once upon a time,

there were three little girls
who went to the
police academy,

two in Las Angeles. ..

the other in San Francisco,

and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties...

but i took them away
from all that,

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

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[TWIGS SNAPPING]

What do you say, buddy?

Hey, come on. Why the heat?

Hey, listen, will you?

I never would've left you,
not if I'd known
you were alive.

The way you were hanging
there, lthoughtyou
were dead.

Easy with lhe cannon.

The money, it's all here...
practically.

Once in a while, I'd dip in
for 50 ora hundred...

Extra bread,
that kind of thing.

Here, look...
Fresh out of the oven.

It's all here, pal,
nearly every dime.

Let me show you.
It's underneath the cot here.

[MEN STRUGGLING]

[GUNSHOT]

Frank, is that you?

Oh!

Hildy...
What happened?

It's Frank.

A man ran out. He--
He must have shot him.

I'll get help.

Okay.

CHARLIE: Well
that’s the situation, Angels.

We ’ve been hired
b y Hildy Slater

to find her nephew’s killer.

No motive?

There’s always a motive.

it's up to you beautiful
creatures to find it.

What are the local
authorities

doing about it,
Charlie?

Very little.

Hildy advises that the
sheriff is understaffed

and overburdened...

and l needn’t tell you
that the murder

is affecting Hildy’s business
in an adverse way.

What is her business,
Charlie?

Ever hear of Utopia West?

Yeah, it's that
growth center up north.

Growth center?

Well, you know, Bos.

That's where people go
to learn how to
touch and feel.

Oh, yes, I've heard of it.
It's like adult
spin-the-bottle.

Hildy prefers to call it
a 'human potential
enterprise. ”

Sounds great.

Not so great for you,
Kelly, my dear.

You’re going to replace
the late Frank Slater

at Utopia.

Doing what?

Bus driver
and general factotum.

Three cheers for Women's Lib.

How’s your Tai Chi Chuan,
Kris?

Ting hao, Charlie.

What?

Good, because
you’ll be replacing

the Phys Ed instructor.

Oh. What happened
to the previous one?

She and seven
very frightened guests

checked out immediately

following
Frank Slater’s murder.

What's my cover,
Charlie?

You’ll be checking in
as a paying guest,

and, Sabrina, my dear,

you’re going in
as a freelance
magazine writer

who's been attracted
by murder and the
unique ambiance.

Now, hold it, Charlie.

You promised me
a vacation.

What better place to spend it
than Utopia?

Well, Acapulco sounds
a touch more romantic.

Right you are, lo ve.

l'll spring for your
plane ticket to Acapulco...

after this case is wrapped up.

Accepted,
and I have three witnesses.

Ah, very good.

There's good news for you
too, Bosley.

Oh? Acapulco?

Your diet.

I'm not on a diet.

You’re going to be.
As a favor to me,

Hildy agreed to put you
on her special herb diet.

Those pounds wrll melt
right off you.

Dr. Miller says that
my weight is perfect.

Perfect
for Kare em Ahdul—Jabbar.

Good luck at Utopia, Angels,
and be careful.

There's a killer on the loose.

HILDY: We call this
”creative aggression. "

You can‘t hurt each other,
so come on, go ahead.

Let's get it out of your
system. That's it.

Harder. Harder! Harder!
You said you were angry?

Strike out. Hit.

That's it, wonderful.
Get rid of those aggressions.

Give it. Give it. Go! Go!
Wonderful, wonderful!

Now, where were we?

Oh, we have general
P.E. before breakfast.

We have Tai Chi Chuan
classes twice daily,

after breakfast
and after lunch.

That's right,
and then after dinner,

it's sort of
que sera, sera...

Volleyball, a hike,

whatever you can
get going.

Oh, I'd guess she can get
going whatever she wants to.

Mm.

Oh, cute.
Very cute, Lon.

Now, put your eyes

back in
their sockets, dear.

Kris,
this is Lon Molton.

He operates the stable
and keeps things running.

Hi.

Hello.

HILDY: Including several
female guests.

Oh, Lorraine?

Yes?

Lorraine
is my good right hand.

Lorraine Fielding,
this is Kris Munroe.

HILDY: She will be
handling Phys Ed.

0h.

Do you know yoga?

Oh, sure--

Hatha, Mantra,
and Kundalini.

I studied in Kashmir.

I guess
she's qualified.

I could have
told you that.

Let me get this
for you.

Oh, thank you.

I think I broke it.

That's all right.

I'm sorry about that.

It's okay.

Hello.

Hello.

Welcome
to Utopia West.

I'm Lorraine
Fielding,

and this
is Hildy Slater.

She's the owner
and operating manager.

You'll find some
brochures in your cabins

that'll tell you about classes
and meals and so on.

When you get
through here,

I'll help you
sign in.

And like the sign says,
deposit your inhibitions.

Around here,
we just let it all hang out.

Now, I'm not going to say
too much about rules,

because we only have one--
be nice to each other.

And whether
you go to classes or not

is really up to you.

We don't have a
truant officer.

What about clothing?
What do we wear?

You're the journalist,
aren't you?

Well, here at Utopia,
you wear whatever
turns you on.

Now, if it happens to be
the altogether,

that's okay too.

Watch out for the splinters

and try not to frighten
the horses.

All right.

If you'll
follow me.

Sure.
Come along.

Oh, lwonder,
could you...

Thank you.

Hildy says you're taking over
for Frank Slater.

That's right.

Are you lost?

No. Worried.

Oh, is that yourjob
around here?

Head worrier?

Lon Molton.

I, uh, kind of run things
around here for Hildy.

Then what's to worry?

You staying here
alone,

in the murder cabin.

This is where it happened?

Right here.

You know...

What you need is protection,
a roommate.

That's precisely
what Hildy thought.

Hi.

Would you be a love
and help me set this up?

Set it up yourself, honey.

Oh, gee,
I hate a bad loser.

A bad lecherous loser.

Yeah.

Let me give you
a hand with that.

You already have.

Criminals get
a second chance.

My name
is Doug O'Neal.

Sabrina Duncan.

"Sabryna fair...

Goddess
ofthe silver lake."

Milton. Comus.

Poetry freak, huh?

No, I knew a girl
named Sabrina

in high school.

I memorized that
to impress her.

Was she impressed?

She hated being
called "Sa-bry-na."

My kind of girl.

May I? Please?

Thank you,
Mr. O'Neal.

Call me Doug.
Your place or mine?

I'll call you
Mr. O'Neal.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[ANGELS LAUGHING]

Well, what do you think
of Utopia?

Are you kidding?
I'm so disappointed.

I thought that sex would
be running rampant.

Oh, it's running.

You just haven't
caught up to it yet.

You know,
I really like Hildy.

She's very nice.

I do too.

She's strictly
out-front.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.
How are you?

Fine. Did you get
a look at his face?

No, didn't even get
his license number.

About six feet tall,
medium build.

He wore a stocking mask.

Aside from that,

he was strictly your average,
everyday closet creeper.

CHARLIE: Any idea
what he was doing

in your cabin?

Either looking for something
or checking us out.

What could he be
looking for?

Beats me. Kris and I
searched the room. Nothing.

If your cover's been blown,
you and Kris should pull back.

I don't want my Angels
getting theirwings clipped.

Don't worry.
Well be careful

0h, Charlie,

that list of guests
and employees

is on its way
over to you now

by special messenger.

Good, I'll run them
through the computer.

Anything else?

I guess that's about it,
Charlie.

I hope I didn't disturb you.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm just checking out
some investments.

I have a new stockbroker.

Well, I hope
even/thing's looking great.

Oh, yes.

I would say things
are definitely bullish.

Bye, Angel.

Bye, Charlie.

KRIS: The technique
of Tai Chi Ch uan

is based on a way of movement.

Now, from
the beginning position,

we will first
Grasp Bird's Tail...

And then Ward Off
with Left Hand...

Okay, as follows...

Putting
most of your weight

on your left foot.

That's right.

Bending
those left knees.

Good.. .Good.

Now, we are going to turn
our right foot to the east.

To the east, Mr. Bosley.

For those of you
who don't know

where east is,
it's the rig ht.

Good. Now, as we do
turn our foot,

we also rotate our hips,
shoulders, and head

as far to the east
as possible.

Bending
those knees...

Uh, Mr. Bosley?

To the east?

To the right.

Oh-ho, very good.

Now...

We will
Grasp Bird's Tail,

leaning forward,
keeping knees low...

HILDY: I want you
to pair off now.

Turn around, everyone,
and find a partner.

Yeah, there you go.

Okay, now, I want you
to sit down facing each other.

Come on, now. Quickly.

Cross your legs,
and move in very close.

Now, you don't have
to sit Lotus position,

if you don't fold that way,

or if you feel it'll make you
walk funny later on, right?

All right, now,
what we're going to do today

is take turns
touching each other.

That's right, touching.
Primal communication.

It predates speech,
you know, and that's why

it's so much more eloquent
than words.

All right, palms down
on your thighs.

Now, I want one of you
to sit absolutely still.

The otherwill
reach across

and touch the hand
of your partner.

Come on, now.
Let's try it.

Everybody.

That's right.

Now, I want you
to feel each finger.

Feel the lifeblood
pulsing through it.

Fine.

Lovely.

All right, partner.
Now it's your turn.

And this time,
it's the face.

Reach across
and touch the cheek.

Caress it
very lightly.

Now, with one finger,

gently, gently,
and very, very slowly,

trace the outline
of your partner's lips...

The shape
of the mouth.

Gently and slowly.

Fine.

Wonderful.

Now, you see?
That didn't hurt at all.

And you know
what we've learned?

It's all right
to touch after all.

Isn't it?

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

WOMAN: Hello.

0h...

Uh, good-- good evening.

I was just looking for
something that I left...

I seemed
to have misplaced

a roast beef sandwich.

You didn't happen
to find one, did you?

No. Sorry.

Oh, well,
that's all right.

I'm sorry
to have disturbed...

whatever that is.

Good night.

I have some crackers,
if you'd like some.

Oh, you do?

Yeah. Here.

I had it left over
from lunch.

Oh... You're very kind.

What is it?

Potassium.

Have you been here
long?

No, no...
Three or four meals--

I mean, days.

Have you found
your Vital Power?

My what?

Vital Power.

We all have it.

Stored up
somewhere inside us.

Inside, we're all
churning with Vital Power.

We are?

I found mine,

through a water diet
and exercise,

but then I lost it.

Oh, I'm so sad.

And I began to display
negative energy.

N.E. destroys V.P.

Negative energy destroys...

Vital Power.
Right.

My name's Audrey.
What's yours?

Oh, uh... Bosley.

John Bosley.

Oh. I hope you find it, John,
yourV.P.

Oh, oh, yeah. Oh, so do I.

Uh, listen, thanks very much
for the cracker,

but I think I'll turn in

and just store up
some of that old V.P., right?

Good night.

Good... Good night.

So you were
a downhill racer?

Raised nearAspen.

Learned how to ski
before I could walk.

Well,
were you any good?

Very good.

Modest.

You asked, I answered.

Might've even
had a chance

on the circuit,

but Vietnam came along,

and there was not
a whole lot

of really good skiing
in Vietnam.

The best I ever placed
was 27th internationally.

27th?

Mm-hmm.

That's very good.

Numero Uno...

that would have been
a whole lot better.

So you neverwent back to it?

Oh, I went back.

Gstaad, Grenoble...

had a good time,
spent a lot of money,

and then one day it hit me...
none of it was mine.

So I packed my bags
and I came home.

Well, that sounds pretty
healthy to me.

I don't know.

The story
isn't over yet.

Is it going to have
a happy ending?

It might.

It just might.

What happened to
Sabrina after dinner?

She disappeared.

Sabrina who?

I haven't seen her
all day.

That's strange.
It isn't like her.

Oops!

Sorry, folks.

We didn't realize
this was lover's lane.

You have a way
of showing up

where you don't belong.

Well, that's why
I'm with Kris.

She's giving me
belonging lessons.

Mm-hmm.

KELLY: Good night.

Good night.

That man needs
a distemper shot.

Your birthday?

No.

No card.

Why don't you open it?

Maybe it's from
a secret admirer.

[GASPS] 0h!

Know something?

What?

That wasn't
from an admirer.

Ooh, this really feels good.

I got to tell you something.

I hate fake bombs almost as
much as I hate real ones.

That midnight
cowboy

who jumped us
two nights ago

could have been the one
who put it there.

Maybe the killer

stumbled onto
your real identities.

What about Lon Molton?

What about him?

For one thing, he's the same
size as our cabin crawler.

Maybe he and Lorraine
are a partnership.

What's that supposed to mean?

We caught Lon
outside our cabin last night

getting it on with Lorraine.

Well, he's already
made a pass at me.

Me too.

Me three.

Well, listen,
maybe one of us

ought to live real dangerously
and get close to him...

No, not me.

And see what we can find out.
What do you think?

Shouldn't be
too difficult to do.

Um, I am puckered like a
prune, and besides
that, I'm late.

I'll see you later.

What do you mean,
you're late?

What's happening?

Nothing special.
Just a breakfast date.

Oh...Business
or pleasure?

Well, he's nice.

Who's nice?

A guy named Doug O'Neal.

He's a guest here.

Don't worry. I'll be cool.

Sure, just like you are now.
A hundred degrees
in the shade.

Yeah.

KRIS: Bye.

Doug O'Neal.

You know, he's in
one of my classes.

He could be
our midnight marauder.

He's a six-footer.

Not to Sabrina.

From the look
on her face,

he's 10 feet tall.

Anyway,
I was too busy

being a first-class
ski bum

to get involved

in one of those
meaningful relationships,

you know
what I mean?

Marriage was for
the other guys.

That's part
of the reason

I came here...

to get my act
together.

Decided that it was time
to put down some roots...

someplace.

What about you?

I figure that
you had some roots,

but you pulled them up.

Am I right?

Hundred percent.

Is that what keeps
your defenses up?

Well, you did
a pretty good job

of breaking
through them.

I can't take any credit
for that.

Hildy made that
breakthrough possible

for both of us.

You have been hurt,
haven't you?

Just enough so I will
never let it happen again.

Well, I'll never
hurt you, Sabrina.

Do you believe that?

I'm not sure.

You can count on it.

I'll walk away
from you first.

Well, that might hurt
most of all.

LORRAINE: Note the expression

of deep trust
and supreme contentment

on the face of our subject.

Trust, we can see,
is not instinctive.

After the trauma of birth,

it's something
that must be learned.

In this exercise,

our test subject
allows himself to be passed,

with varying degrees
of confidence,

into the hands
of his fellow human beings.

Charlie sends
his best regards.

Oh, when did you talk
to him?

On my morning run
into town.

He still hopes

we'll come up
with a possible motive

for Frank's murder.

Well, I don't know
what it could be.

Frank was just
a harmless drifter.

He came and he went.

He never said hello,
he never said goodbye.

I always gave him
a job and a cabin,

but I never knew
any of his friends.

What about
his personal effects?

Well, Frank always
traveled light.

Nothing more than
an old Air Force bag.

That's it?

Some snapshots
from Vietnam.

Oh, could I see those?

Oh, of course.

There're not many
of them, though.

Like I said, Frank
was in the Air Force.

He was a ground mechanic
on one ofthose cargo planes.

Picture...
Ah, there it is.

O'Neal...

That's Doug O'Neal
beside your nephew.

Are you sure?

Well, I'm positive.

Kelly,
I think you're right.

Could I borrow
this photo?

Of course.
be my guest.

Thank you.

Please don't mention this
to anyone, okay?

My lips are sealed.
Cross my heart.

Thank you.

Whether you accept it
or not

is beside the point.

The fact is Doug O'Neal is now
our number one lead.

You gotta face it,
Bree.

Doug knew
the murder victim,

and he never
mentioned it to anybody.

Look, just because
he knew Slater

doesn't mean
he killed him.

No.

But Doug or anyone else

could have
slipped in here,

killed Slater, split,

then returned
as a guest.

Okay, all right.
Look, take it easy.

I'll find out what I can.
It's my job.

Bree...

Play it cool, huh?

Come on.
Don't worry.

Whoa!

You gotta let me win
the next time.

Hey...

Doug...

Is something wrong?

Uh... Well, yeah.

You know, I told you
I was a writer.

And you're not?

No, no, I am. I'm...

I'm a writer.

But I'm working on
a story about the...

the murder
that happened here.

I just wanted you
to know that.

[SIGHS]

Well, I guess I have

a little confession
to make myself.

Something that you
should probably know.

I knew Frank Slater,
the man who was killed.

You did?

We served together in Vietnam.

How well did you know him?

About as close
as two guys can get

that shared the same love.

A girl?

Airplane.

Bonnie Jean.

Frank was crew chief,
I was flight engineer.

She was his on the ground,
mine in the air.

Why'd you come here?

I read about Frank's death
in the newspaper.

I don't know, crazy
I guess.

I thought,
here was something useful

that I could do.

Maybe I'll find
Frank's killer. I don't know.

I guess we've both
been keeping secrets, huh?

I guess so.

Have you learned
anything?

Any idea who shot Frank?

Well, he wasn't shot.
He was strangled.

Strangled?
The newspaper said
he was shot.

Well, he was shot,

but it was only a flesh wound.

The coroner ruled
it was death by strangulation.

Hmm...

Well, I tell you what, Duncan.
I got a terrific idea.

Yeah?

Let's talk about something
more pleasant.

Sabrina is going to kill us
ifshe finds out

that we were searching
Doug's cabin.

I hope she never
has to know.

Kris.

Did you find something?

His wallet.

"Still No Clue
in $2 Million Skyjack.

B.J. Smith Disappears
Over Idaho With Money."

Hey, I remember that.

It was a couple
of years ago.

This guy extorted money
from an airline,

then he escaped
by parachute.

They never did
find him...

Orthe money.

Kelly,
what do you think?

I think Doug has

a lot more explaining
to do.

I'm falling in love
with you,

Sabrina Duncan.

Hey, that's not fair.

What? Saying
that I love you?

That came right out
of left field,

and I wasn't ready
for it.

Well...you don't, uh...

you don't get ready
to fall in love, lady.

I mean, it happens,
it doesn't happen...

Yeah, well...
Maybe it's happening...

But I need more time.

Okay... That's fair.

You can have
all the time you want.

I'll give you till...
6:00 tonight,

6:30, if you'll
have dinner with me.

Well...

Well, don't just say
something. Sit there.

Bree, |--

Listen. I talked to Doug.
He told me that
he knew Slater.

He told me before
I had a chance to ask him.

You better
talk to him again.

It came from the lining
of O'Neal's wallet.

If you'll notice
the description

ofthe mysterious
B.J. Smith,

you'll see that it fits Doug.

Yeah, well, it also fits
a couple million other guys.

But a couple of million
other guys

aren't such big fans
of B.J. Smith

that they carry around
his press notices...

Nor did
a couple of million other guys

just happen to know
the murder victim.

Did it ever occur to you two

that Doug could be
telling the truth?

Yeah, it occurred to us.

But not for long.

Okay, look,

then what is he doing
hanging around here, huh?

Why isn't he in South America
or Europe

or wherever it is
skyjack millionaires go?

Okay, okay, let's forget

the newspaper clipping
for a moment.

How did he explain his
connection with Slater?

They knew each
other in Vietnam.

He came here to see
if he could find out

who killed his friend.

But Bree, why didn't
he tell anybody?

We are undercover, aren't we?

I tell you what.
I've got an idea.

Why don't we just come out
from under cover

and ask him
head-on, huh?

Why don't we do that?

You lied to me!

I didn't lie to you.

The money was there.
I saw it.

Then why
didn't I find it?

I don't know,
but it was there.

You don't think I'd hang out
with a creep like Slater

unless he had the money?

Listen, the money
was there, Lon.

There was a big stack
of it.

Frank swore it was
from the hijacking.

He bragged how he'd
double-crossed his partner.

Then where
did he stash it?

It has to be in the cabin.

Either somebody
beat you to it,

or the money
is still there.

Well, it better be,
lady.

For your sake,
it better be.

[KNOCKING]

[THUD]

Doug?

He's not here.

Let's check
the lodge.

End of the rainbow.

Hey, isn't that
Lon Molton?

What's he doing
in our cabin?

Hey, hold it!

Come on!

Here, Doug, come on.

Sabrina... I don't
understand. What--

The money.
Where's the money?

What money?

Two million
dollars money.

I didn't see
any money.

I only saw Lon
running out of here.

Molton?

Molton...

Doug?

Yeah?

Tell me.

Tell me that you're
not B.J. Smith.

Molton, I have to go
after Molton.

Answer me.

Don't you understand?
He's got my money!

I'm sorry.

I am Smith.

And you are you...
And we are in love.

And that money is our future,

and that's why
I have to go after Molton.

I have to go
after him.

He's not going anywhere...

And neither are you.

Come on. Let's head him off
at the pass.

Hold it.
Hold it!

Okay...

Well, ifthe whole
operation was so simple,

where'd it go wrong?

A slight
miscalculation.

I was, um...

Iwas a flight engineer,
not paratrooper.

Oh, I bailed out of the plane
with the ransom safely enough,

but I landed in a tree.

When Iwoke up,
I thought my back was broken.

Evidently, so did Slater.

He was still
my ground crew,

waiting for me
down there

with transportation.

So you followed him here
and you killed him?

No.

You said he was strangled.
I didn't do that.

Huh.

Lon Molton.

Hildy said
after Slaterwas shot,

when she ran to get help...

she left Molton
alone with him.

So you see?
That puts me in the clear.

That clears you of murder.

What about the skyjack?

You're the only one
who knows anything about that.

And that's the problem.

I do know.

Bree, that's ancient history.

What, just pretend
like it didn't happen?

Is that it?

Well...

I love you, Bree.

[FOOTSTEPS]

CHARLIE: So Slater was shot

in a wrestling match
with 0 Neal

while trying to take his gun
a way from him,

is that it?

That's right.

Then when Molton
found Slaterwounded,

he strangled him,
hoping to find his money.

And all this time,

it was built right
into the wall.

i presume it was O'Neal

who left the mock bomb
in your cabin?

That's right, Charlie.

The bomb was supposed
to scare us into
leaving Utopia.

Or at least into

moving out of that
$2 million cabin.

Sabrina, how are you doing?

0h...

Well, I'll sun/lye, Charlie.

You know,
thatAcapu/co vacation

is still available, on me.

No, thanks.
I think I'd rather keep busy.

All right.

lll do my best
to keep you busy.

And Bosley, you of the lean
and hungry look

Tell me, how'd you make out
on Hildy's herb diet?

0h, terrific, Charlie,
just terrific.

I gained five pounds.

W!