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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls
who went to the police academy

two in los Ange/es,

the other in San Francisco--

and they were each assigned
very hazardous duties.

[Buzzing]

But i took them away
from all that,
and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

[Engine Starts ]

[Chanting Quietly]

Let go of her!

[Grunting]

[Screaming]

[Tires Screeching ]

[Charlie 0n Speakerphone]
How long ago did this
kidnapping take place,

Miss, um, Jonson,
isn't it?

[With Swedish Accent]
Oh,ja. Helga Jonson.

They took Sylvia
about, oh, an hour ago.

And you didn't get a look
at the vehicle at all?

Oh, it might have been
some sort of panel truck...

or maybe one of those
recreational vehicles.

What color was it?

Brown.

No, no. Maybe it was green.
I couldn't tell.

it was behind the trees.

- Could you tell what kind
of masks they were wearing?
- Halloween masks.

[ Charlie ]
Miss Jonson, have you reported
all of this to the police?

Oh, ja. I went directly
to the Waverly Park station,
and then I run here.

I can hire you
to help the police,ja?

Yes, of course.

Uh, wait a minute.

Did you say you ran here
from Waverly Park?

Oh, ja.
I run everywhere.

Waverly Park is, what?
Four miles or something
from here?

Ja, lam very worried
about Sylvia.

I mean, she is my partner.
She's also my friend.

What is Horizon's End?

Ah. That's my health spa.

Watch!

[Both Gasp]

Your sartorius maximus
are just a teeny bit flabby.

If you come to Horizon's End,
I could help you.

[Kelly] Well, where is it?

In Venice.

Well, listen,
maybe I'll drive
down there one weekend.

Drive?

No, the body is dying
from driving.

No, you must run
to Horizon's End.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Venice, California?

South of Santa Monica.

Well, I'll think about it.

[ Sabrina ]
/’ve got an idea. Why don’t we
all go down to Waverly Park?

You can show us where you were
when they took Sylvia,

and maybe we can get a line
on what's happening, huh?

Good idea, Sabrina.
Keep in touch now.

Oh, we will.

I'll get the car.

Oh, I suppose,
since time is so important.

Must we use the auto?

Yes, I fear we must.

Besides, I am not too
concerned about the condition
of my sartorius maximus.

This is where
they took Sylvia.

What’s that over there?

[Helga]
Oh, the race.
it starts at 11:00.

What race?

Oh, ja.
Mr. Twilliger's marathon.

What's
Twilliger's Twenty?

ll/lr.
Twillrger is paying 20 girls
a thousand dollars each...

if they will compete
in a 15-mile run.

A thousand dollars apiece?

Provided they
finish the race.

And the winner gets $5,000.

But, of course,
we must all wear
Mr. Twilliger's clothes.

Twilliger manufactures women's
sports clothes, doesn't he?

Twilliger's Togs.

Well, you were oh viously
planning to compete
in the race with Sylvia?

Of course.
We signed up weeks ago.

Hundreds of girls
wanted to run.

Mr. Twilliger
was very selective.

Are we looking at
some sort of motive
for Sylvia's kidnapping?

You mean, the thousand dollars
she'd have gotten
if she'd finished?

Yeah, plus the 5,000
if she won.

That's a pretty big "if,"
and kidnapping for $6,000
is pretty much of a reach.

Yeah, that's true,
but we've got to
start someplace.

Maybe we ought to
talk to Twilliger.

Wouldn't hurt.

0h, excuse.
I must go and sign up.

Right. Right.

Thank you. All right.
Well, we're gonna get started
as soon as we can.

Hi. Helga Jonson.

You get all the coverage
you can. Good.

Right here. Thank you.

0h, fine.

[Phone Rings [

Excuse me.
Excuse me, excuse me.

Well, well, girls!
You're all lookin'
real good.

Real good!

Let me have a look at you.
Come over here, girls.
Come over here.

What are you gonna use?

I've got the gun right here.

Okay. Shh.

I've got a catch in my throat.

Now, look. We--

Secretive type.

Okay, remember--
We're risking
a lot here today.

Do you all love Ernie?

We're fond of you, Ernie.

Okay, you know me--
never pushy.

- If this works,
we'll love you, Ernie.
- Let's not negotiate.

I'll settle for "fond."
Ah.

Here we are.

All right, all right.
I can handle it.

Yeah, well,
you just do your part.

I've, uh, got to go now.

-[ Kelly] Mr. Twilliger?
-Yes?

We wondered
if you might answer
a couple of questions.

Ah, you nice people
are from the media?

No, not exactly.

We're private
investigators.

Oh, well, I'm sorry,
but I am rather busy.

Be quick about it then,
will you?

I gotta get
this whole thing started
in about a few minutes.

Are you aware that one of
the girls in your Twilliger's
Twenty has been kidnapped?

What is this?
Some kind of a gag?

[Kris] No, sir. it's no gag.

Her name was Sylvia Laven,
and two men wearing
Halloween masks took her.

Come on.
Give me that!

Sylvia Laven.
She hasn't signed in yet.

No, sir.

Do you know any reason
that she might have
been kidnapped?

What would I know about it?
I didn't even know the girl.

[Bostey/
We're not accusing you
of anything, Mr. Twilliger.

We just thought that you
might be able to give us
some information.

Yeah, well,
I can give you
some information.

I put over 25,000 bucks
into this stunt, and I'm
not lookin' for no trouble.

Excuse me.
We're not trying to
cause you any trouble.

Yeah?
Well, that ain't
the way it feels.

Mr. Twilliger, have there
been any other incidents?

Have any of these girls
been bothered
or threatened?

Or have any others
failed to sign in,
besides Sylvia Laven?

Oh, give me that sheet!

Yeah, Sally Cole
hasn't signed in.

But that's no big thing.
You know, we don't start
for another... 40 minutes.

Now I'm about to
be interviewed, and you're
all about to disappear.

Okay? Don't rain
on my parade.
Capisce?

[Chuckling]
Yes, I'm Mr. Twilliger.

I believe you're
looking for me.

Yes.

Did you notice?

The more we questioned him,
the less civilized he became.

Mm-hmm.

I get the feeling
Mr. Twilliger grew up on
a real rough street somewhere.

I think I better have Charlie
put Mr. Twilliger's name
through the computer.

It might come up
with some angle.

That's a good idea.

Hi.

Let's see.
Turn around.

Fine. Go on.
It's okay.

Miss Cole?
Miss Sal/y Cole?

What do you want?

In the van.

Please, if this is a robbery,
I have no money. Listen--

Get in!

[Gasps]

[Engine Starts [

Daughter of mine,
Allah forgive me,

but I do not understand
this-- this confusion.

Most noh/e lather,
lhave told you, this is part
ofheing an American.

Running in the streets
half dressed?

Oh, noble father,
I want to be a part
of America.

I want to learn
of its people
and its customs.

But how can I
be a benevolent
and protective father...

if you're not
at my side always?

Oh, father of mine,
I cannot be
at your side always.

Please do not question
my motives.

After all, I did not
question you when you bought
Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills.

Did I buy Rodeo Drive?
Did I buy--

Son of a camel!
How would you know?

Oh, come, Father.
I must dress. Come.

Watch her every moment.

[ Woman]
it seems to me,
Mr. Twilliger,

you 're not even remotely
interested in promoting
health through sports.

What?

Isn't this just a stunt
so that you can get some
publicity for your company?

-That's not true!
-Really?

I notice you've
routed your marathon right
through a movie studio.

Hoping to get
some free publicity, huh?

Listen, I'm putting
a lot of bucks into this,
right?

And that gives you
the right to exploit
these young women?

Exploit these young women?
Why, nobody's twisting
their arm. Right?

Wrong.
You're twisting their arms,
Mr. Twilliger.

Their financial arms.
They obviously need the money.

-The lady's a tiger.
-Mm-hmm.

- With very big teeth.
- Lady, you are badly
misinformed.

Now, let me tell you.
There.

You see that girl
over there with her father--
the dark man wearing the tent?

Do you know who that is?
That's Hassir Hassir.

He owns hall
the oil in Arabia.
And that's his daughter.

Between them they've got
more bucks than I could lift
in a lifetime.

And you know why she wants
to be a Twilliger's Twenty?

I can't imagine.

She wants to be
an American--

a real grassroots,
involved American.

But he wants her
to marw the other half
of Arabia's oil.

But she figures that
somebody's gonna notice her
if she's a Twilliger's Twenty.

And she figures that
being a Twilliger's Twenty
is being an American.

That's all I have
to say to you.

Here comes Bos.

-Hi, Bosley.
-Hi.

Charlie's computer come up
with anything on Twilliger?

Yeah. Very interesting.

Twilliger's tangled with
the Better Business Bureau
in several cities.

Any arrests?

0ne-- no conviction.

Well, that's not exactly
a heavy piece of information.

lthink
whatever's going on has
something to do with this race

Quite possible.

I don't know.

Maybe a couple of us should
give it a run for its money,
so to speak.

You mean, become one
of Twilliger's Twenty?

Like I said, I really think
it has something to do
with the race.

And the best way
to get a look at it
is to get in the race.

I think she's got a point.

I agree.

Why don't you two take
Sylvia's place and the girl
who hasn't signed in yet?

-What's her name? Cole?
-Yeah.

Hold it, hold it.
How come all of a sudden
we're the ones running?

You thought of it, and you
agreed. Is that reasonable?

Perfectly.

Hmml

Terrific.

Reasonable?

Reasonable.

Mr. Twilliger?

Oh, Ithought we
said good-bye earlier.

Oh, well, we decided to
stick around and help you
with your problem.

My problem is that
you're sticking around.

No, see, we want to
replace the two girls
that didn't show up--

Sylvia la ven and Sally Cole.

I'm sorry, but you're late.
They've already been replaced.

You wouldn't kid a girl,
would you, Mr. Twilliger?

Would I kid you?

Now, look here.
Right here. Here.

Sylvia Laven, Sally Cole.

Replaced by
the Craft sisters,
Joanne and Mary.

That's them
rig ht over there.

Where did they come from
so suddenly?

I don't know,
and I don't care.

They've got legs,
and they can run.

And you two, I'm a little
tired of talking to.
Good-bye again.

You think we could persuade
the Craft sisters to let us
run in their place?

My thought exactly.

Let's go.

Hi.

Hi.

Guess what.

What?

My friend andl
are in a position
to do you guys a big favor.

Such as?

Well, we'd like
to run for you.

[Chuckles]
You and about
a thousand others.

Oh, we don't want the money.
You each can
have our thousand.

Oh, yeah?
Why would you do that?

Well, we have our reasons.

I'd like to hear 'em.

Well, let's just
say we like to run.

Right.

Let's just say
I don't believe you.

What kind of a scam
are you trying
to pull anyway?

Well, no scam.
Look, we'll put it
in writing if you like.

We work up the sweat,
and you pick up the 2,000.

Yeah, well,
what about the 5,000?

Oh, you mean,
the first-place money.

Right.
We figure at least
one of us can win.

Well, possibly,
but then again you might lose,
maybe not even finish.

And just
personally speaking,

I really don't think
your sartorius maximus
can go the distance.

Personally,
I think you two
should take a hike.

I think she means "no deal."

Their loss.

What was that all about?

Just a couple of flakes.

Real stubborn types.

Mm-hmm.

Kris, I wonder
how we could get some
of Twilliger's Togs.

Maybe the little mouse
could help us.

What mouse?

The one
under her table.

Oh, that mouse.

-[ Kelly] Look at that!
-Huh?

[Kris] Wow!

What kind of mouse is that?

Where? Wh-- Where?

[Kelly] Right over there.

Well, I don't see it.

Where is it?

It might not even be a mouse.
It has spots.

Why, ldon't see it!

No, it went right behind you.

- [Kelly] Right behind
the tree, The green tree,
- Right over there.

What--

Before I leave you, friends,
let me give you this thought.

He who exploits
his fellow man or fellow woman
exploits all of us...

and must pay
the penalty.

I'm Millicent Krail
for KBEX.

Cut.

Cheery type.

Well, she's got a point.

But I do get the feeling she
would love to see something go
wrong with this little affair.

Oh, something already
has gone wrong.

A Miss Sylvia Laven
and Sally Cole--
They're missing.

Millicent could really
make news out of that
if she knew.

Maybe she already knows.

I don't think so.
She'd have said something.

Well, these days
newscasters have to
be dramatists.

You know--
"Meteor to hit Pacoima.
Film at 11:00."

You mean, this could be
a setup for a zinger?

Yeah, it's quite possible.
I mean,
stations'll do anything

I think that this Millicent
and our Mr. Twilliger
both need a closer look.

Hey, the happy runners.

You two opening a boutique?

No. We had to grab quick while
Twilliger's lady was looking
for a spotted mouse.

You think you ought to ask
herwhat she's talking about?

Let's not.

Did you persuade
the Craft sisters to let you
take their places?

- Negative.
They were intractable.
- Stubborn too.

Too stubborn. i think you
outta run a computer check
on them also, Bosley.

You mean, their being here
was coincidentally fortuitous?

I love the way you
use words, Bosley.

Ah!

What do you think?

Very chic.
Very chic, very chic.

- What about mine?
- Ah, you will jog your way
into the hearts of millions.

Okay, loo/r,
youll change clothes
in the car,

and then we'll
sneak into the race
after the official start.

That way Twillr'ger
won 't know, all right?
let's get out of here.

[Kris] Wait, wait.

You ready?

[ Kris ] Walk slow.

Here we go.

[Clears Throat]

Sweet George.
Sweet baby.

[ Woman]
Hurry! Hurry!
let's get started.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.
All right, ladies,
Time to get started.

Please step over here
and get your numbers.

Number one.

Come on.
All right, ladies.

Now, you're going to leave
at five-second intervals.

The timing device
is over there
between the flags.

The winner, of course,
will be determined by
the total elapsed time.

Now, we 're providing you with
little waist packets here...

for you to carry dextrose
or water or salt pills
or whatever.

All right? All right.
Get your numbers.

[ Woman] Here lam.

Good, good.

-Number four?
-Right here.

[ Woman]
Where '5 my number?

I'll do that.

Okay.

Ifwe pull this off,
we're on easy street.

We will.

We will, Ernie.

[Engine Starts]

[ Woman]
I've got to finish.

[ Twilliger]
All right, ladies.
Here we go.

Five, four, three,

two, one, go!

Five, four, three,

two, one, go!

Five, four--

[Engine Starts]

Four, three,
two, one, go!

Five, four, three,

two, one, go!

You think the gate guard
is gonna buy this--
20A and 20B?

If he says anything, tell him
you're part of an entry-- you
know, like in a horse race.

Yeah, but what if he
doesn't know from entries?
Then what do we do?

You're in running clothes.
Outrun him.

According to this map,
you exit the studio
via the Pica gate.

-There. See? We'll meet
you there.
-[ Kelly] Mm-hmm.

Bosley, now,
you're gonna check
with Charlie,

see if his computer
came up with anything
on the Craft sisters.

It just doesn't make sense
that they'd pop up like that.

He said that he it call me
the moment he got
anything on them--

also if he gets anything
on Miss Krail,
our lady newscaster.

Okay.

[Tires Screech ]

- Whoa!
- Was that the grim reaper
or a man in a shawl?

Or a very ugly lady
in a shawl?

If you gotta be run down,
better by a limo, huh?
Be careful, all right?

Okay.

All righty. See you later.

See you later.

Okay, you ready?
What is it?

The green van.

What about it?

Helga said
that the two masked men
were in some sort of, uh,

panel truck
or recreational vehicle.

Do you think
she meant a van?

She said it was brown
or green.

There are hundreds of 'em
on the street.

But there are two men in it,
just like the kidnappers.

And this kind of moving zoo
attracts all kinds of guys.

But I'll tell you what--
We'll keep our eye on it,
okay? Let's hit it.

I have a pass.

It'll take them
about 10 minutes to run
through the studio.

Look at that.
They're letting him
drive straight through.

What was it they used
to tell us in the navy?
'Rank has its privileges. "

Let's get it done with.

What is it?

The green van again.

- So?
- The guy in the right seat
had something over his face.

Something on his face?

Yes!

-You mean, like a mask?
-Yes!

Are you sure?

No, I'm not sure.

Was it a Halloween mask?

I don't know. I just got
a look for a split second.

Oh, no.

But don't worry, Kris.
I got the license number.

It was, uh, 9L0 167.

-Okay. Okay.
-Okay.

Listen, don't let the jogging
jar that out of your mind.
Hold onto that number.

All righty.
9L0 167.

-Hi.
-Hello.

How's it goin'?

Hi!

Any news about Sylvia?

Not yet, but we're
working on it, Helga.

Your sartorius maximus seem
to be firming up already!

I'll tell you something.
I really hurt.

But you're sculpturing
your bodies through pain.

No, you will be proud.
Proud!

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

[ Groans ]

Oh, here they come.
All right.

Ready?

Millicent Krail,
still following the progress
of Twilliger's Twenty

As you can see,
the pace has taken its toll.

Lets talk to some of them
and, well, just see...

if an y of the anguish
of their labors,
on Mr. Twrlliger's behalf,

has dampened any
of their enthusiasm.

Pardon me. Can I have
just a minute, please?

What are your names,
and why are you
in this race?

I'm June, and this is Jan,
and this is Jane. Hi! Hi!

We're represented
by Ernie Flack.

He's the best agent
in Hollywood

[Piano On Tape]

i got the gun right here
The gun’s my heart

l'm gonna shoot you
with my heart

i got the gun right here
The gun’s my heart

And our hearts
will ne ver part

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah

i got the gun right here
The gun’s my heart

l'm gonna shoot you
with my heart

i got the gun right here
The gun’s my heart

And our hearts
will ne ver part

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah
Do-wah, do-wah

Do-wah, do-wah

The audition's over.

i got the gun right here

it seems Mr.
Twrlliger isn’t the

only opportunist
out here today.

Excuse me. Hi.
I'd like you to meet George.

You're probably wondering
why we're here.

Well, George and I represent
the Snake Pit restaurant on
the corner of Pico and Mason.

And guess what
our specialty is.

You guessed it--
Filet of Crotalus,

which is
a breaded trial of snake.

- Our prices
are reasonable and--
- Oh, cut, cut! [Sighs]

And I wanted
to be a newscaster.

- Don't you think you
better hit the road?
- Thank you.

[Engine Starts]

Yeah, Charlie.
We expect 'em any minute.
All right.

Charlie.

Hey! Here they come.

[Chuckling]

You do not look well.

[Groans]
I'm sculpting my
body with pain.

Yup, uh, there's
nothing on Millicent.
She seems straight.

- Nothing new on Twilliger,
but the Craft sisters--
- What about them?

Well, it seems that they
were in the navy,
and they spent

For what?

They worked in naval supply.

There was a little
misappropriatlng and selling
of navy materials.

They worked with two
chief petty officers,
Tolan and Castor.

-Did you get descriptions
of them?
-Sure did.

Castor's ta||-- 6'4",
dark hair, wears glasses.

Tolan's tall--
about six feet-- dark hair.
Both almost about 40.

- What's the matter?
Why do you look like that?
- I'll tell you why.

We just saw two guys
fitting those descriptions.

And they were in a green van.
Or a panel truck
as Helga would say.

And Kelly thought
she saw them
putting on a mask.

Well, good. Did you get
a good look at their faces?

No, no, no. But she got
the license number.

Well, that'll help
facilitate a fast checkout.
What was it?

-Okay.
-Uh--

Do you remember? Kelly.

Yeah, I'll remember.
Just-- I'll remember.

What's she doing?

She's jogging her memory.

Oh.

9LO--

9LO-- That's right! 9L0.
The rest of it?

167.

[Together]
9L0 167!

l Ke/Irl
That's it, that's it.

Hey, here come
the Craft sisters.

The one in front,
from the demolition we got,
must be Mary,

and the one in the rear
must be Joanne.

The same girl still in between
them, You'd think they would
have spread out by now

- Who is
the girl in the middle?
- I don't know--

And that limousine has
been tagging them ever since
this whole thing started.

Whatever's going down,
lhave a feeling the Craft
sisters are part of it.

- Okay. Well, we'll
hang close to you.
- [Both Groan]

Happy running. Bye, girls.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

[Panting]

[ Brakes Screech]

Think it's about time we
dispose of our passengers?

Yeah.

[Shuddering]

[Whimpering]

[ Van Door Closes]

End ofthe line,
ladies.

You ladies look scared.
Are you scared?

Well, we'll make
a little deal with you.

You can come out ofthis
without any bruises,
if you do what we say.

Understand?
Now, we just want you
to stay here.

Just stay put for about
an hour or so, then you can
yell your heads off.

Somebody passing by
will hear you.

-But you gotta wait an hour.
-Yeah.

But if you start
yelling before that,
we'll be back.

All right.
Nice talking to you,
ladies. Let's go.

[ Bosley ]
The y’ll be out of sight
for a while.

We can pick 'em up
at the other side
ofthe maintenance yard.

[ Car Phone Buzzes ]

Hello.

Sabrina, the license number
of the green van--

9L0 167?

Yeah. You got something?

Yes.
Kelly's instincts paid off.

That's
the number of a green van
registered to George Tolan.

You mean, like,
in Tolan and Castor?

No doubt. I suggest while
Kris and Kelly are
watching the Craft sisters,

you and Bosley look
for that van.

It's probably the key
to ourtwo missing girls.

All right.
We'll do it, Charlie.

Stay with it.

Hey!

-Now what's wrong?
-The Craft sisters.

- They're stopping
the Arabian girl
- I don't like that.

I don't either. Come on.

Help me! Stop it!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!
[Screaming]

[Screaming Continues]
No! No! No! No!

Hold it!

[ Screams ]

Get down!

[ Gunshot]

[Tires Screeching ]

[Gunshot]

[Kris] Okay,
just hold it right there!

Hold it!

Out. I said out!

All right. Move over here
where I can see you.

All right. We're looking
for a Sylvia Laven
and a Sally Cole.

If you know where they are,
I think you better tell us.

Okay. They're okay.
I'll take you to them.

[Charlie 0n Speakerphone]
in other words, Angels,

it was all a simple case
of kidnapping for ransom.

[ Sabrina]
Not so simple, Charlie.

The Arabian girl's father
has always been
extremely protective.

Castor and Tolan decided the
only chance
they'd have to make

when she'd be out
of her father's sight
for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, by the time
they'd figured that out,

it was too late
for the Craft sisters
to get entered in the race.

So they had to "detain"
Sylvia Laven
and Sally Cole...

and put the Craft sisters
in their place.

Strategically placed--
one in front, one behind--

so as to separate her
from the other runners.

We found Sylvia and Sally
where Castor and Tolan
left them--

scared, but, uh,
no harm done.

-Bosley?
-Yes, Charlie?

Where are you going?

What?

Well, you haven ’t said a word,
and you keep drumming
your pencil on the desk

Are we keeping you?

Well, actually, I do
have another engagement.

[ Charlie]
Oh? i don't suppose you'd
care to tell us about it.

Oh, I don't mind if I do.

I've got a date to go jogging
with our client.

Helga?

A most charming lady.

Bosley,
she's hardly your type.

i mean, you hate
walking to the car.

And, well, Helga--
After she won the race she ran
all the way back to Venice.

Well, I know, butshe told me
that if I would improve
my sartorius maximus,

she would make it
worth my while.

What's she gonna do to
make it worth your while,
Bosley?

Hmm, she wouldn't say.

Uh-huh.

I have a feeling she's going
to sculpt your body in pain.

Those were her exact words.
Frankly, I'm fascinated.

-[ Laughing ]
-0h!

Good luck, Bosley.

Be careful.

Whoa. Bye, Bos.

[ Charlie ]
Well, if you 'll excuse
a cliche, Angels,

I've gotta run.

Oh, Charlie!

[ Ch uckling ]