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♪

♪ let's go ♪

♪ party rock is
in the house tonight ♪

♪ everybody just
have a good time ♪

You guys, this is insane.

It's like this every year.

And just to be clear...
This is not a real game?

Nope. First official
practice of the season.

People get this excited
about practice?

They do when their team
has a shot

at winning an NCAA title.

Ah.

♪ And we gonna make you
lose your mind ♪

- Look! Look! Look at Bosley!
- Ooh!

Get 'em, Bos!

So it's a scrimmage
against the coaches.

Now I know Bos loves
working with these kids,

but they are going to wipe
the floor with him tonight.

Oh, but he's so good.
Look at him.

You haven't seen
the students yet.

Here they come!

That is Mark Bakale.

He is good enough to get drafted
if he wants to go pro.

Aah!

♪ Lose your mind ♪

Better make that.

That's all you got, old man?

That's assistant coach old man
to you.

Don't worry.
I'm saving it for the game,

and don't end up on
my highlight reel, young buck.

No chance of that.

Decent chance.

Show me something.

You have to admit,
you're a little impressed.

A little bit. Maybe.

I am mildly impressed.

Okay. Thank you.

♪ And we gonna make you
lose your mind ♪

♪ everybody just
have a good good good time ♪

That's Mark's father.

Where?

All the bodyguards?

Uh-huh?
He's royalty.

He's royal? How royal?

Like, King of Ukata royal.

Huh. West Africa.

Atlantic coast.
Interesting.

Wow. Ms. Google Maps herself.

My father had a weakness
for expensive, exotic locations.

We safaried.

Um, Kate, your ex is here,

and he's spotted us.

Have you talked to him since
you gave him the ring back?

Well, he's e-mailed me
randomly,

asking me to play
on his pickup team again.

Said they didn't have
enough good point guards.

Mm. 'Cause he's still
watching us.

He looks good.

All right, guys?
Love y'all, but stop.

My relationship with Ray...

Is...

Finished.

Bosley!
Come on!

Baba!
Get down!

Baba!

Baba!

Mark! Hey! Hey, Mark!
Baba!

Look at me! Look at me!

Go with
your father's bodyguard.

There's nothing you can do
from here, all right?

I'll stay with your dad.
Get him out of here!

I can help!

Miami Beach P.D.
Stand down.

Once upon a time,
there were three young women

who got into very big trouble.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

♪

Charlies Angels 2011 Season 01, Episode 07
Royal Angels
November 10, 2011

==sync and corrections by dcdah==
for www.addic7ed.com

Thank you.
I'm taking this case.

I was here when it happened.

The perimeter's secure,

and I got four pretty reliable
witnesses right in front of me.

Where did the shots come from?

It must have been very high up,

good vantage point.

Maybe somewhere
in those upper stands.

Shooter probably walked right
out looking like a worried fan.

The King was taken down
by two bullets, center mass.

Clearly a professional.

I heard four shots.

Then where are
the other two bullets?

Bos, where were you
and Mark playing?

John, that's a crime scene.
You... Kate...

We were shooting around
right over here.

Shots rang out.

I took him down about here.

Which means...

The assassin was targeting
Mark, too.

Where did security take him?

Hey, Ray.

Hi, I'm Detective Millard.
And who are you?

Kate Prince.

Yes, that Kate Prince.

They're witnesses
in connection with the case.

Ah.

Thank you.

Mark's too rattled to talk.

Plus, we've got
uninvited company.

Carter. Always nice
to see the FBI

taking an interest in a case
that might generate headlines.

Ray, it's always nice to see
Miami Beach P.D.

trying to work cases they don't
have the resources to handle.

I've got the resources.

Ah. Murder of
a foreign national's big stuff.

You think you're gonna find
the answers before I do?

Guarantee it.

Care to put some money on that?

Who's the guy
in the fancy suit?

That's Richard Mbakwe,
the King's Chief of Staff

and Mark's godfather.

He'll be in charge here.

Mr. Mbakwe,

I'm sorry for your loss.

Ah, Coach Bosley.

Mark's favorite days
at practice

are when you're working
with the team.

These are my colleagues...

Abby Sampson, Eve French,
and Kate Prince.

Is Mark around? We think
he might be in danger.

We really need to talk to him.

No one's talking to my witness
without my permission.

Too bad he's not your witness.

Mr. Mbakwe,
we're private detectives.

We're just here to offer you
our services.

I would be most grateful.

Mark's in the back.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Now he's our client.

We'll talk to him
whether you like it or not.

Mark?

He's gone.

Think the FBI would be
a little better

at protection detail.

Our client's disappeared.

With a target on his back
he doesn't even know about.

We need to find him
before someone else does.

Mark is the sole heir
to the throne.

King Abrahim established
a tenuous peace

between the warring tribes,

but their loyalty is tied
to his family alone.

So if something happened
to Mark,

it could trigger a civil war.

News reports are saying

that a man was killed
during practice.

But the victim's identity
hasn't been released.

And it won't be.

I spoke to some of my contacts
at the Pentagon.

D.O.J. and Homeland
will stay out of this

in the short term,

and the FBI and police
have agreed

to a 48-hour news blackout.

Unfortunately,
social media hasn't.

We need to move
on this quickly.

If word of
the assassination gets out...

All hell would break loose
in Ukata.

Mark's immediate return
to Ukata

and acceptance of the throne

is the only way to guarantee
the country's stability.

We'll do everything
we can, sir.

So where do we start?

Bos, you know Mark well.
What was his story?

Well, he's been in the states
since he was 9.

Uh, boarding schools
followed by M.S.U.

He really tries to keep
the whole royalty thing

pretty quiet. Just wants
to be one of the guys.

Sounds like any college kid.

Except that he isn't.

Yeah, exactly. He had
the perks of being a prince.

What did you want to be at 20?

- Nascar driver.
- Sharpshooter.

Acknowledged by my father.

Note that none of you said
heir to an unstable country.

Aha! There are
no secure passwords.

What are you up to?

Well, Mark didn't talk
about himself much,

but he's a college kid in 2011.

Anything we need
to know about him

is in one place.

Who's the hottie?

Dominique Berry.

These photos are in her album.

And posted a week ago.

Look at the album title...
"Best day ever!!!"

Three exclamation marks.
Looks like she's into him.

Sounds like young love to me.

And according
to employment records,

she's a South Beach lifeguard.

Tower 76.

There she is.

Yep.

Is it just me, or does Dominique
look a little nervous?

She's watching the beach more
than she is the ocean.

Dominique Berry?

Yes.

We're looking for Mark Bakale.

Sorry. Who are you?

I'm his basketball coach.
Have you seen him?

No, I haven't seen him
in a while.

Are you sure about that?
It's important.

Yeah, I'm sure.
I haven't seen him.

Sir, you can't go in there.
That's...

Mark.

Coach.

What are you doing here?

I should ask you
the same thing.

Look, I was surrounded
by my father's men,

people I've known
since I was a boy.

Suddenly they're looking
at me differently.

One called me
"Your Highness."

I just had to get out of there.

We have to get you
to a safe place.

Wait. Why?

Because they're after
me, too, I'm thinking.

Yeah. They are.

So who's coming for me?

We don't know that yet.

If you have any ideas of
somebody who could be or anyone,

you gotta let us know.

My father sent me
to the United States as a kid

to get away
from everything back at home.

I really don't know
what he deals with

other than what I read about.

If we made the connection
between you and Dominique,

somebody else could, too.

Then she comes with us.

Of course she does.
Let's go.

The cops didn't find anything
in the footage

on the third floor deck
where you saw the muzzle flash.

I'm sure of what I saw.

I know, Abbs,

but what you saw wasn't
exactly where you saw it.

The banner.

It's reflective.

Yeah, you're right.

And it's at an angle, so...

Our shooter was in
a different section.

There's our shooter.

Searching through
the surveillance footage.

Hold on.

Our shooter is...

A woman.

Call Bos.

Hello?

Bos, we found our assassin.

Got a picture of him?

I got a picture of her.

Sending it to you now.

Take a look.

We've got Mark
and his girlfriend Dominique.

We're coming in.

Bos?

1200... isn't that her
right now?

Yeah, that's her.
Get them out of here.

Get down! Get low!
Get low! Stay low!

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Well, you're
an Internet sensation.

"Badass catfight on beach"
got 10,000 hits.

Nice.

Did you get an I.D.
On our assassin

before the cops took her away?

No, she didn't have
much on her. Except for this...

Uh, she tried to throw it
in the sand after the fight.

What is it, a locker key?

I don't know.
Maybe mailbox?

No, it's a motorcycle key.

- You sure?
- Oh, yeah.

You know locks,
I know bikes.

Well, that makes sense.

She wanted to make
a quick getaway after the job.

It's probably
within a few blocks.

So she could walk down the beach
and look like a tourist.

Now that seems to be
her M.O.

Well, let's go find her ride.

Have fun.

Security sweep came back clean.

We can head to the safe house.

Where's Dominique?

Changing.

She's pretty freaked out.

It's okay to be scared.

When I was 7,

my mom died.

She was in a car with my Uncle

when it was attacked.

In one moment,
my father lost his wife

and gained a country.

Your uncle was the King?

My father was an architect.

He loved to build things.

He ended up building
a stronger country.

But it was never safe.

The day my dad decided
to send me to America,

he came to my room

and he told me he was
sending me to a place

where dreams come true.

I asked him
when could I come back home...

And he said,
"whenever you're ready."

That must have been hard.

That whole first year
of boarding school,

I called him every night.

Just the sound
of my father's voice,

it made everything feel
like it was okay.

I can relate.

I don't know how to be a king.

You're a natural leader, Mark.

You have all the tools.
You just need to know it.

Every time you step out
on that basketball court,

you inspire
thousands of people.

Look, coach,

I always knew
that I was next in line,

that I'd eventually take over
for my father.

I just never thought
it would be this soon.

You know,
things don't always play out

the way we think they will.
When I was 20,

I had a basketball scholarship
to M.I.T.

I was gonna graduate
and work for the NSA

and change the world.

What happened?

I made some bad choices.

I'm not ready.

We never feel ready.

Sure, there's another version
of your life

where none of this happens,

and you stay here and maybe even
become an NBA star.

But sometimes life makes
other plans for us.

Sometimes we need to
take a step back,

think about the bigger picture.

It's gonna be all right.

That's it.
Smooth getaway ride.

There's a lockbox.
Abby, grab your tools.

- Got it.
- Let's do it.

It fits.

Let me try.

Just as I thought.
Hold that.

We win.

People type their passwords more
than anything else on the phone.

"O," "G," and "H"
have been used way more

than any other letter.
And "S" and "T" also.

Ghost.

I'm amazing at scrabble.

Okay.

The phone is registered
to Hillary Kimmel.

That's a known alias
in the U.S. Army.

She's a sniper.

- In the ghost program.
- Hence the password.

You said that was a known alias.
What's her real name?

Classified.

Who is this girl?

According to this,
she's a ghost herself.

She died in Afghanistan
five years ago.

What's a dead girl doing
in Miami?

I say it's time
we pull some strings.

I called an old friend of mine

who just happens to be
a retired general.

You have useful friends,
Charlie.

Your assassin's real name
is Tabitha Williams.

Hillary Kimmel was one of
her many aliases.

According to army records,
Tabitha died in Afghanistan,

but her body
was never recovered.

She must have faked
her own death.

It looks like she became
a private contractor

using her sniper training.

Be careful, angels.

Whoever hired Tabitha has money
and serious connections.

Girl certainly spread
her money around.

She's got 15 different accounts
linked to her various aliases.

Best way to hide it.
And look at this...

She has a series
of outgoing payments

all for the same amount.

Yeah, but coming
from different accounts.

I thought assassins were
usually in the business

of incoming payments.

Where's the money going?

Looks like our killer's
got a secret.

I think somebody
should go and have a chat

with our friend the assassin.

And I think
that person should be you.

She's being kept
at Metro. No.

I'm kind of persona non grata
down there.

It's Ray's case.

I don't think you're
persona non grata to Ray.

Besides, the assassin
had no I.D.

Chances are Ray still doesn't
know who she is yet.

So whatcha got?

I've got nothing.

Her fingerprints were
chemically sandpapered.

We just come up with smudges.

The FBI is showing up
in a half-hour to take over.

Hmm.

What if I told you your suspect
is ex-army operative

with sniper training?

That she faked her death
five years ago in Kabul?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do you get all this?

Come on, Ray.

You investigate your way,
I investigate mine.

I have a proposition for you.

You give me five minutes
with her alone,

no surveillance,
in exchange for her name.

Kate, you know I can't do that.

Okay.

Maybe Carter and the FBI
will be willing to make a deal.

Carter likes to win.

It's been a while since
I've seen a room like this.

You got five minutes.

That's all I need.

Tabitha?

Who are you?

Another cop?

I'm not saying a word
until my lawyer gets here.

I'm not a cop.

Then what do you want?

I don't know who that is.

I'll help you.

It's your younger sister
Rachel.

You've been paying
her college tuition,

masking the transfers
as scholarships.

But we're better at finding
than you are at hiding.

The cops don't have this yet,

but I can share it.

You talk to me
or they'll haul her in

and charge her with
accepting the blood money

that you received
for murdering people.

She doesn't know anything
about that.

She doesn't know that
you faked your death either,

does she?

She will.

I wonder how
she'll handle that.

They'll tell her
all about your past.

Think about the legal fees
she'll have to pay

to clear her name.

You help me out,

and I'll make sure the cops
never find the money trail

between you and Rachel.

Who paid you to kill the King
and his son Mark?

Look, there's no way
you're not going down,

but don't take her with you.

Ray?

Wait.

Leave my sister out of this.

The payments for the Ukata job
came from a company.

Mason Winkler, LLC.

That's all I know.

Mason Winkler, LLC.,
is based in the Bahamas.

Has no product,
generates no revenue,

and filed no taxes.

So it's a shell?

Whose sole purpose
is to hide the identity

- of whoever's behind this.
- Does it trace back to anyone?

After doing
a lot of looking... yes.

Langley Diamonds.

What's the link between
diamonds and a dead monarch?

Good question.

May I have a word with you?

Sure.

I did some digging
into Archer Langley.

He runs the company.

Officially, he's squeaky clean.

But unofficially?

The more I dig,
the less I like him.

But unfortunately, he's good
at covering up his tracks.

What about Mason Winkler, LLC.?

The connection
is tenuous at best.

It's buried pretty deep.

There's no way I'm gonna
get a judge

to sign off
on a search warrant.

Are you asking for my help?

Archer Langley is a bad guy.

And...

You need my help?

Um...

Yes.

I need you.

Okay. We're all
at the safe house.

So what do we know
about Langley?

Archer inherited
the Miami-based family fortune

about five years ago.

He started expanding into
other areas beyond diamonds,

but that's still the company's
bread and butter.

Diamonds are
Ukata's main export.

Maybe this wasn't
a homegrown political coup.

Maybe this is just good
old-fashioned corporate greed.

With the King and his sole heir
out of the way

and a murky line
of succession...

Langley could spread
enough money around the country,

probably get whomever
he wanted into power.

Bosley, keep
Mark and Dominique safe.

Angels, let's find out
what the real connection is

between Langley and Ukata.

Will do, Charlie.

I did a rundown
of Langley's operations.

Corporate headquarters
are in San Francisco,

but he has a company server

at his home
here on Star Island.

We need to get into that house.

If we do, we can get ahold
of the corporate records,

see if there's anything linking
the King and Langley.

There's no way security doesn't
cover every inch of the grounds.

I don't know
how we'll avoid it.

I say we walk in
the front door.

How do we do that?

Let's go talk to the neighbors.

You guys look like
you're having fun.

I'm a bit old for a babysitter,

but if you guys would
like to stay,

my parents are out
for the afternoon.

What do you say
we hit the hot tub?

I don't know.
Eve, what do we say?

I-I think it depends.

Mm-hmm.

How 'bout this...

The first one of you

to break a window next door

gets 100 bucks.

All right.

Nice job, kid.

All yours.

Wait, um...

Could I get your digits?

Not unless you have a hot
single uncle who's straight.

You gotta admire
his persistence.

Why do I attract juvenile men
of all ages?

Seventh Heaven Glass Repair.

Oh, lucky for you. We just
finished a job up the street.

I'll have our window techs
there ASAP.

I'll stand lookout.

Okay, Bos, uh, this isn't
exactly a laptop.

All right, you're looking
for a U.S.B. port

where I can access
the computer's secure server.

Wow. There are about 20.
Any ideas?

Start trying.

Got it. Okay.

Wait. Go back one.

16-bit encryption.

It's gonna take a second.

I'm in.

There are a bunch of e-mails
and contracts here

relating to a mine in Ukata.

This isn't about diamonds.
It's about lithium.

They must have found a vein
in one of their mines.

It's the essential component
of cell phone batteries.

Bos, didn't Charlie say Langley
was expanding his interests?

He started several
new ventures six months ago,

including Langley Telecom.

Diamonds are
a girl's best friend,

but there is a lot of money
in telecom.

Enough money to kill for.

Time to go. Now.

Langley just got home.

Abby, disconnect the drive
and get out of there.

Will do.

Eve, what are you doing?
We gotta go.

When I said "now,"
I really meant it.

Abbs, look at this.

Wait, isn't that...

Mark's girlfriend Dominique.

Kate? Langley knows Dominique.

I'll call Bos.

Langley's coming
through the door

in five, four, three,

two, one.

Working girls just get
prettier and prettier.

And the clients
get more and more charming.

Bos, get Mark out of there.

Dominique's working
for Langley.

That's how the assassin
found Mark at the beach.

Dominique tipped them off.

Mark, come on. We gotta
get out of here.

I'm afraid I can't
let you do that, coach.

What are you doing?

She's the leak, Mark.

She's working
with Archer Langley,

the man who had
your father assassinated.

Why would you do that?

Sorry.

Langley promised me
that you wouldn't get hurt.

He said he just wanted you
to sign a few things.

And you believed him?

You don't understand.

You grew up with everything.

I'm not the prince
of some country, okay?

My parents have nothing.

If it wasn't for Langley's help

I wouldn't be able
to go to school.

I didn't have a choice.

Aah! Ow!

You always have a choice.

Did you tell them
my father would be at the game?

You're the reason
my father was killed!

It wasn't supposed
to be like that.

- I'm sorry.
- Ladies...

Yeah, the Dominique
situation's under control.

The alarm was just triggered.

Someone's on the grounds.

Well, it looks like
two armed men

approaching from the east.

They must be pros. They just
avoided our perimeter security.

Dominique must have known
they were coming

before she made her move.
Bos, we'll never make it there in time.

Come on. Move!

Get upstairs to the panic room

and seal it like I showed you.

I'm not going
anywhere with her.

You have to go
and you gotta go now,

or else they're gonna
kill you both!

You know how to use this?

What are you gonna do?

Buy you as much time as I can.

Go! Hurry up!

Go!

Don't do it. Don't.

Why aren't you
in the panic room?

Where's Mark?

- Where is he?
- He just took off.

I-I-I think
he took your car.

Where's he going?

Thank you
for calling OnStar.

How can I help you?

Hi, my name's John Bosley.
My car's been stolen.

Okay, Mr. Bosley.
We'll contact the police.

Thanks, Ray.

Ray talked to OnStar.

Mark's going over the bridge
to Star Island.

I'm guessing Mark's
going after Langley.

Turning around now.

Get down!

You killed my father.

You ruined my life.

Mark!

Don't do it, Mark.
It's not worth it.

You don't have to
do this, okay?

We're here to help you.

Mark.

Mark, put the gun down.

You should listen to him, kid.

Shut up!

Listen to me, Mark.
Think about what you're doing.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

You don't have
to do this, Mark.

Killing him won't do anything
for you or your father.

He can't get away with murder!

- He won't.
- Of course he will.

Guys like this always
get away with it.

Not when they go up against us.

Your father... he didn't
go after those people

that killed your mother
and uncle by himself, right?

He let justice take its course.

Why'd he do that?

Because he said you can't lead
with vengeance in your heart.

He was right.

This is one of those moments

you need to take
a step back, all right?

Look at the big picture.

Nice shot.

Look at you.

I just wanted to stop by and say
thank you for everything.

I couldn't have gotten
through this without you.

You're stronger than you think.

I'm ready to go home.

Your father would be
very proud of you.

I just hope I can be
half the king my father was.

Just focus on being
the best version of yourself.

All right?

Got you
a going-away present.

It's not a jump shot, either.

Something my grandmother gave me
when I got my act together

and moved here to Miami.

St. Christopher...
Patron Saint of long journeys,

especially unexpected ones.

You're ready.

You know,

I could always use
a good chief of staff.

I think Richard's
got that covered.

But if you're ever in the mood

for a crossover, step-back,
fadeaway "J" in your face,

you could always send over
the royal jet.

You know you're too old
for that, coach.

Thanks for everything.

You're gonna be great.

I've got Mark's escort car
waiting outside.

We're heading out.

Nice work.

Thanks.

So how pissed was Carter

that you solved this one
before the FBI?

Not a happy camper.

Score.

And before you say it,
I already know

that I couldn't have done this
without your help.

Mm-hmm?

So thank you.

And the invitation to that game
still stands.

We play later today.

I'll think about it.

Good.

Good-bye, Ray.

He invited you again,
didn't he?

You're going, aren't ya?

Oh!

Nice.

Oh!

Damn you, Goodson.

Anytime you wanna hang up
that shiny federal badge

and come play for the winners,
you let me know.

Now didn't we have some money
on that case?

It'll be mine again soon.

Keep dreaming.

Hey, Jimmy, Ty.

Hey.

Hey. It's nice to know my
welcome is still a bit worn out.

I never thought you'd come.

You're a little late to play.

Maybe next time.

So... I was actually wondering

if you wanted to go grab
a postgame drink,

like old times.
Uh...

I'd love to, uh, but...
I kind of have plans.

Hey, babe.

- Hey.
- Great game.

Hi, Kate.

Hey, Liz.

What are you doing here?

We, uh...

I was just closing up
some stuff with the case.

♪ To be free ♪

Oh, you guys
need a moment to talk?

Nope.

We're good.

So looks like
you guys got plans.

I don't wanna keep you.

Yeah, come on,
we'll be late. Let's go.

Hey, you.

What happened?

Seems like my timing
continues to suck.

You guys remember Liz,
the detective at the consulate?

Mm-hmm.

Apparently, she and Ray do more
than fight crime together.

Well, we bring an alternative
to being bummed about your ex...

- Cuban sandwiches.
- Yum.

We'll trade you...
Ball for beer.

What do you say?

Deal.

- Ew. This stupid ball.
- Come on.

Oh, my heroes.

We love you.

Ray who?

==sync and corrections by dcdah==
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