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Once upon a time,

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

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.

Angels, this Mexican-registered

charter plane went down
in United States territory

carrying a fortune in heroin.

The pilot was shot by a
hijacker who was after the heroin.

He subdued the hijacker

and was almost able to
manage a safe crash landing.

Is the pilot still
alive, Charlie?

Broken leg and hip...
But he'll be all right.

His name is Dan Mason,
Angels... And he's our client.

Dan is the one on right.

And that is his
buddy, Jim Taylor.

Remember Jim Taylor's
face, you'll be seeing him.

Mm-hm. I can hardly wait.

Sorry, Jill.

Dan's arranged for
Taylor to work with us

but Sabrina will be
Taylor's only contact

as a stewardess on his flights.

Her knowledge of Spanish
is a must for the job.

Well, how hard is it
to say, "Si, señor"?

What does Dan Mason
want us to do, Charlie?

Crack the smuggling ring

that stashed the
heroin on his flight.

Dan's sister, Lori,

was the stewardess on the plane.

There were two kilograms
of heroin taped to her body...

And 20 kilos stowed
in the fuselage.

It was a real shock
to Dan to find out

that Lori was an addict.

Any prime suspects, Charlie?

One big one...

The owner of the charter airline

Dan and Taylor fly for...

Frank Bartone.

Bartone is a highly
respected citizen of Mazatlan,

but Mexican authorities
think he could be one

of the heaviest
producers of illicit drugs.

Word is that lately Bartone

has been pressed by a new rival.

A man known only as Escobar.

So far there is no
case against Bartone,

and with his
influence and wealth,

it's almost impossible
for the Mexican police

to penetrate his organization.

And, uh, that's where
we come in, Charlie?

Where policemen fear to tread?

I'm afraid so, Angels.

This is Bartone's
daughter, Maria.

She's into swimming and
Bartone will turn to anybody

who can help her
become a champion.

How's your breaststroke, Jill?

Oh, I thought you'd
never ask, Charlie.

Just swim in that
water, Jill. Don't drink it.

Bosley has your
assignment packets,

so, bueno viaje, Angels.

Any chance we might see
you down south, Charlie?

I'm afraid I'm, I'm snowed
in here at Aspen, Angels...

But it's not all bad.

My suite offers a
magnificent view

of the local natural
formations. Oh.

And it's uncanny
how they bring to mind

the majestic slopes
of Switzerland.

Good morning.

Jim?

Hi.

Prompt and pretty.

Dan's always had
great taste in women,

but a female detective?
That's a new twist.

I hope you know your business.

Well, thanks very much for
the vote of confidence, Jim.

Sorry. But I have been thinking
about what happened to Dan

and the question you've
been asking me before...

And?

My hunch is that the heroin

found on Dan's flight
was not smuggled.

Frank Bartone?

I think Bartone's been
shipping it himself.

Wouldn't that be pretty
dangerous on his own airline?

Not really. You see,
Bartone has each pilot

sign an independent charter
agreement before every flight.

So that legally you're
renting the plane

every time you fly for him?

That's right.

So when Dan went
down, Bartone was clean.

Dan was responsible
for the aircraft

and everything on board.

Wow. Including his sister.

Yeah.

Poor Lori.

Dan and I got her
the stewardess job

on the airline I guess
about eight months ago.

It wasn't too long
before she was a steady

at Bartone's mansion.

And that's where she
got hooked on smack.

How do I qualify a stewardess?

Oh, that's easy.

You've got all
the qualifications

that Bartone cares about.

But just to avoid questions,

we'll make like we've got
something going together.

That should be easy...

Oh, that's Wendy Green.

She'll be your
co-stewardess on the plane.

Might as well start
playing our parts, huh?

Okay, I think you've
made your point.

She tracked us
like a radar screen.

Good.

She'll spread the word
faster than Western Union.

Come on, I'll show you around.

Any more from the man
you caught last night?

Just what I reported
this morning.

He definitely works for Escobar.

The boys are still
working on him.

Good.

Who's that?

Exquisite.

Uh, Nick, don't
forget that phone call.

Let's go, girls.

Welcome to Mazatlan.

Vacation?

Common tourist-type...

A schoolteacher on holiday.

Oh, what kind of teacher?

Barclay School for
Girls in Los Angeles.

Oh, a school for young
ladies, this is very good.

Oh, I'm sorry, my
name is Frank Bartone.

Kelly Garrett.

Nice meeting you.

And I promise to protect
you from the evils of Mazatlan.

If I can engage you as
my own private "teacher."

Well, I've read about
you, Mr. Bartone,

and, uh, I don't think you
need a "teacher" for anything.

Oh, propaganda, Kelly.

Just propaganda.

Actually, I'm a very gentle man.

But I insist you
join me for lunch.

Yes? Come.

Okay.

Speak of the devil.

Here comes one of your fellow
countrymen to vouch for me.

Flight Control said
you wanted to see me

as soon as we touched
down, Mr. Bartone.

You're just in time to give
me a character reference.

Whatever you've
heard... Believe it.

Santa Maria!

I'm Jim Taylor, this
is Sabrina Duncan.

How do you do?
Hello. How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Kelly Garrett.

Hi. Hi.

Kelly, would you like
to pour Miss Duncan

a glass of champagne?

And, ladies, please excuse us.

We'll be right
back. Oh, of course.

Okay.

Champagne?

Yes.

There you go.

Well, I knew you
were fast, kiddo,

but moving in as hostess
for the big man on the first day

has got to be a record.

It must be my bikini. This
style is called "Bottoms Up."

If you'd worn the one
Charlie had given you,

he'd have proposed by now.

Well, every time I
wear it I get proposals.

But not of marriage.

What's with Jill?

She's made an overnight splash

with the local swimming buffs.

She should be here.

She's going to swim a
private exhibition race

with the swimmer who's been
coaching Bartone's daughter.

Where? Here.

Oh, how'd you do
with your fly boy?

I don't know.

There's something
not quite right.

The vibes just aren't
right. I like him...

But I really don't know.

We are convinced that this
man who calls himself "Escobar"

is responsible for the crash.

And I promise you
he will pay for it.

Fine. But first
you've got to find him.

Any new leads?

Yeah. We picked up
one of his men last night.

Did he talk?

He admitted Escobar planted
the hijacker on my plane.

Did he?

Taylor, I run a
very honest airline.

No dope, no smuggling.
I want you to know that.

Sure, Mr. Bartone,
whatever you say.

That's right. Whatever I say.

The new stewardess,
where did you find her?

Coast Airlines.

San Francisco.

She was fine on the trial
trip. I'd like to keep her.

I don't blame you.

Miss Duncan?

The captain wishes you
to stay on permanently.

Would you like that?

Very much.

In spite of the terrible
accident we had recently?

Well, Mr. Bartone,
I'm a fatalist.

I've always believed when
it's time to go, it's time to go.

Isn't that funny, I feel
exactly the same way.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, Maria.

How are you? Join us, sit down.

This is my daughter, Maria.

Sabrina, Kelly. Hi.

Loretta and the American
swimmer are ready for the race,

Mr. Bartone. 100 meters.

I told them you put up a
$1000 purse, winner-take-all.

Good.

Who are they, Mr. Bartone?

One is Maria's coach.

The one in the white
cap is an American girl,

Jill Munroe.

She was a ranking
swimmer in college.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Loretta says she was known

for her finishing kick.

That is what you
must learn, Maria.

To finish off your opponent.

The real champion must
have the killer instinct.

I try, Papa.

Try harder, my love.

Ready, girls?

Get set.

What a fantastic time!

I think my Maria
just got a new coach.

I want to go to
congratulate her.

Excuse me a second.

Bad news: Escobar's man...
The boys tried too hard.

He's dead.

Stupid! Just stupid!

Dump the body
where it's easy to find.

Whomever Escobar is, I
want him to get the message

right, loud and clear.

Another thing.

Get on the phone to Los
Angeles and San Francisco.

Check out Kelly Garrett
at the Barclay School

and Sabrina Duncan
at Coast Airlines.

Do it right now!

Townsend Investigations.

Bosley speaking.

Mr. Bosley, this
is Julia Barclay...

Of Barclay School for Girls.

I've received a telephone
inquiry from Mexico

in reference to the employment
of a Miss Kelly Garrett.

The caller refused
to identify himself...

Appalling manners...

But I nonetheless
responded to his questions

precisely as Charlie requested.

Thank you, Miss Barclay.

Oh, and by the way,
I want you to know

that Charlie's annual
donation to the Library Fund

is on its way.

Splendid, Mr. Bosley.

I don't know what we'd do

without Charlie's
continued generosity.

It's from the heart,
Miss Barclay.

Charlie feels that all girls
should be well-rounded.

Oh, hello, operator?

I'd like to place a
person-to-person call

to Mazatlan, Mexico.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Bartone,
thanks very much for the job.

Sabrina, if we're going
to make that flight,

we better check into operations.

You've got a very
interesting woman here, Jim.

I want to know more about her.

Bring her tomorrow
night to the party.

Why, how nice!

Fine. Come on.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You've got your
invitation to the mansion,

now why don't you get a
chill and give me a chance!

Because I'm hungry!

Will you get out of here!

Excuse me.

I think I'll go take
a hot shower.

You know my goose
bumps are so big,

I can't tell which
ones are the real me.

Ciao, Mr. Bartone...

My car will call for
you at 5, Miss Munroe.

Oh, thank you.

I hope you are not going
to desert me too, Kelly.

Looks like you'll have
plenty of company

with your new house guest...

If you every get her dry.

I was planning to extend
the same invitation to you.

Ah, no.

I'm afraid I can't accept...

After all, we've only known
each other a few hours.

The eternal cry of
the American female.

All right.

If you won't stay at the house,

at least let me have
your things moved

to my private suite
here at the hotel.

Sorry, Mr. Bartone.

I've kind of gotten used
to my own little room.

I'm sure it's very charming.

Perhaps you'll
invite me to visit.

Perhaps.

I'm sorry, Kelly,
but I have to go.

But I want you to
promise to come

to my party tomorrow night.

Okay. I'll be there.

You and I have some
unfinished business.

I hate unfinished business.

I called the airline
and the Barclay School.

Both girls are for real.

Kelly Garrett intrigues
me. But still worries me.

There is something
too smooth, too sure.

I don't know.

Boy, that new stewardess
is sure a knockout, huh?

Boy, it's going to be a pleasure

to fly with Taylor now.

Yeah, Lori was starting
to look like a junkie.

It was fortunate she was
killed in the plane crash.

She was mainlining and
beginning to talk too much.

Hey, what about
the Culiacán lab?

Now you promised Steiner
he could close it down

for a month after
tonight's shipment.

He wants to visit
his wife in the States.

No, not until we
replace the 22 kilos

we lost in the crash.

If we don't supply our
distributors, this Escobar will.

Well, can't our
other lab help out?

It can barely meet its
own production schedule.

You lean on Steiner
as hard as you have to...

And be extra careful tonight.

Escobar is more
dangerous than the police.

Okay, I should be back here

between 2 and 3
a.m. with the stuff.

Oh, and tonight is the
last time we use my house.

Why? You think the
cops are getting close?

Colonel Morales
is not a stupid man.

But more important,
Maria's growing up,

and getting very inquisitive.

The new shipment
will be much safer.

I just bought a small building
in the name of a dead man.

If the police ever
knock it over,

the trail ends on the spot.

Beautiful.

Hey, talking about beauty,

don't forget to pick up
Maria's new instructor

at the hotel at 5.

Yeah, maybe I'll show up early

and teach Miss Munroe
a few new strokes.

Who is it?

Just a little ol'
Texas schoolmarm.

Come right in.

Hi. Hi.

I think I'm getting to Bartone

by playing goody-two-shoes.

He insists I make the scene
at his bash tomorrow night.

Oh, good.

He's sending a car
for me in about an hour.

I hope he likes
nosey house guests.

Don't push your luck, Jill.

Just try and pinpoint
places he might possibly

hide records of his operation.

Okay.

Hey, do you know if
Sabrina managed to sign on

to move her tail for
Bartone's airline?

She did...

But the way he looked her over,

I think he's after more
than coffee, tea, or milk.

Yes?

Nick Doyle.

Mr. Bartone sent me.

Uh, I'm not ready yet.

Yeah, I know.

I got a message for
you from Mr. Bartone.

Go.

Okay.

Just a minute.

Hey, I don't know if you
noticed, but I'm in my towel,

not a hostess gown.
What do you want?

Hey, relax.

Listen, we've got over an hour?

I thought we might
get to know each other.

Yeah, I understand
what you're saying.

But I'm not selling

what you're buying.

Well, you might
after you try a sample.

This may boggle
your mind, Mr. Doyle,

but I was just getting
to know someone else.

He's a very Mexican gentleman.
And old-fashioned, you know?

Duels and that sort of thing?

Yeah, okay, I'll, uh...

I'll catch you later.

I'm sure you will, Mr. Doyle.

You do lead an
exciting life, Jill.

Where would I have
been without you?

Up to your peaches, baby.

Oh, I know. He's waiting
in the lobby for me now.

I have to go get
in the car with him.

I wonder what
it's going to be like

getting out of a car
going 40 miles an hour?

Count your blessings.

Sabrina's entertaining
him tonight at 10,000 feet.

Oh, no. See you later.

Okay, now forget the
normal turnaround.

We'll return to Mazatlan
as soon as I get back.

And keep your eyes open.

I don't want any
of Escobar's boys

along as surprise passengers.

Sounds like Escobar's
really got Doyle worried.

Yeah. Bartone too.

The car is in the parking lot.

Let's go.

I want to keep Doyle in
my back pocket all the way.

I haven't seen my wife
in two months, Doyle.

Yeah, well, if you don't
hang in here and crank out

another 25 kilos, you
won't ever see her.

I don't like to be threatened.

For a guy with a PhD,
Steiner, you're pretty stupid.

Now get the case packed
so I can get out of here.

Come on, we better
get back to the field.

He'll be waiting for us.

Not until I see what's
inside this building.

But we can't pick this
lock. It's an inside deadbolt.

Well, here goes nothing.

What are you going to do?

Well, like the man said,

"When in doubt,
attack." Sabrina!

Oh, what does he want now?

You can't...

Go over there, and
get down. You're crazy!

What did you forget?

I don't speak Spanish.

Oh, neither do I. At
least not very well.

Listen, I hate to bother you,

but my boyfriend and I
were on the way to the airport,

and we had a fight
and he dropped me off

and I wondered if I
could use your phone

to call a cab, please?

Of course.

Please come in.

Thank you. The
phone is over there.

Where did you say the phone is?

Over here.

Oh.

Now, what's your name?

Uh, Fibbersmith...
Angela Fibbersmith...

And you're a stewardess, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

And you're flying tonight?

Yeah, and I'm going to
be late if I don't get going.

All right.

I'll drive you to the airport.

I'm sure Mr. Doyle
would like to talk to you.

Oh, that's okay with me.

But listen, if this is your
idea of Mexican hospitality,

you're going to
lose a lot of tourists.

If you please,
my car is outside.

You're making a big mistake.

I just want to
get to the airport.

That's exactly
where you're going.

This way.

Hold it!

What's going on?

A heroin lab, but I
don't think this is the time

to talk about it!

He's going to call Bartone
the minute he comes to.

No way. They'd never give
him a telephone contact.

Okay. We're late.

What are we going to tell Doyle?

We'll tell him we stopped at
a motel. He'll understand that.

Hey. Huh?

How was I?

Terrific! Terrific! Great.

Oh, Maria, don't
be afraid. It's Jill.

I thought it was my father.

I heard a noise
outside my bedroom

and then I saw you
coming downstairs,

I thought you might be sick.

Are you all right?

I'm just worried
about my father.

People are saying such
terrible things about him

and there are
secrets in this house,

things I want to know...

Shh, shh.

He took the key
to the wine cellar.

That's what I came here to get.

Jill, I'm afraid there's
more down there than wine.

Otherwise, why would he
keep the key locked away?

I don't know but the wine
cellar can wait till tomorrow.

Come on, let's call it a night.

Jill, I'm so afraid.
Will you be my friend?

Oh, Maria, I am your friend.

Come on. It's okay.

Watch your step.

1957 was a very good year.

Yeah. One million
dollars a bottle.

Diverting this
shipment to Chicago

to replace what
we've lost in the crash

will take some of the
heat off, but not for long.

The Los Angeles outlets
are already pushing

for early delivery of their
orders and we haven't got it.

Yeah, that could open
the door for Escobar in L.A.

We can't produce any
faster than we are now.

We've been forced to harvest
the poppies early as it is.

The new fields have
just been planted.

We must get Escobar.
He can ruin everything!

Everything!

Uh, Maria. You want
to talk about last night?

I don't know where to start.

I love my father.

He gives me everything.

But he's also a very hard man.

He divorced my mom
when I was about five.

She gave up her rights to me

just so that I could have
the things that he could offer.

I only get to see her maybe
two or three times a year.

You miss her?

Very much.

You know finding out the
truth can hurt you both... A lot.

I can't help it.

I have to know.

Well, I'd better get it in gear

or I'll never make
the party tonight.

Jill?

Thanks for everything.

You're an angel.

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

Colonel Morales commands
the Narcotics Division

of the State Police.

His helicopter teams
have already destroyed

hundreds of poppy
and marijuana fields.

Unfortunately, it's
an endless task.

And seemingly hopeless.

Allow me to buy you a drink.

Ladies, if you will permit me?

As long as you don't
disappear forever.

With such beauty
awaiting my return?

How could I?

Excuse us.

Permíso. Sure.

We've got to talk.

Bosley called. There's a
balcony off the ballroom.

Let's go back there.

Okay. Okay.

We've got to go to work.
Can you cover for me?

Sure, Bartone serves
a lot of San Leone wine.

Don't forget you're looking
specifically for burgundy.

Vintage 1957.

Right.

Right on schedule,
Stewardess Duncan.

The only way to fly.

Tacky, Sabrina. Very tacky.

Thank you.

What did Bosley say?

Charlie's been
trying to get a line

on the mysterious Señor Escobar.

But so far nothing.

He has a theory, though.

He thinks Escobar's
a little operator

trying to crash the big time.

He figures the attempted
hijack had a double purpose:

To leave Bartone's U.S.
connection high and dry,

and to move in on them
with Bartone's own heroin.

So the ultimate bust of Bartone

would be across the
border in the United States.

With heroin in his possession.

Well, Bosley thinks there's as
much chance of luring Bartone

across the border, as there is
of Charlie joining the Gay Lib.

I don't buy that.

I think Bartone can be had if
we come up with the right bait...

Well, in the meantime,
we have zilch evidence.

Okay. So what we have to
come up with is 12 bottles of wine

that Doyle delivered
here last night.

Now they're corked,
sealed and labeled

"San Leone Vineyards,
Burgundy, Vintage 1957."

But I don't even like wine.

You'll like these bottles.

They're filled with
heroin crystals.

Where do we start looking?

Oh, in the wine cellar.

I mean, isn't that
where you keep wine?

It may be locked.

But I know where the key is.

You do get around, Jill.

Okay, I'll go with Jill. I
know what we're looking for.

Now you keep Bartone
off our backs, okay?

It's not your backs he's after.

Well, now we know where
to come in case of an air raid.

I'll drink to that.

Oh, Kelly's right.
You are tacky tonight.

Fine.

Excuse me, please.

Señor Bartone.

Sorry, but I have to
go to the wine cellar.

Oh, I was hoping you
would consider attending

to something more pressing,

like you and I on
the dance floor?

It is very difficult to refuse
an invitation like that,

but I must for the moment.

However, I shall
be back in a minute.

Colonel Morales?

Would you be so kind to
dance with this lovely lady?

Delighted.

Shall we? Excuse me.

Jill!

Ole!

Good. Jackpot?

Right.

Let's see if all 12 are here.

Hang on to this.

Oh, I'm so... The key.

What are we going to do?

Well, we're going
to clean it up.

Find Doyle. Send him
to the wine cellar, a hora!

Si, señor.

Boy.

I'll try to find
something to put it in.

Looking for the swimming
pool, Miss Munroe?

You have exactly one
minute before Mr. Doyle

puts a bullet into that
pretty head of yours.

She must be a cop.

I work for Escobar.

Oh, you almost ran
into him yesterday

when you forced yourself
into my hotel room.

How interesting.

Come.

And where would I find
your employer, Miss Munroe?

You see, it's a
matter of life or death.

Yours.

He'll be in Los Angeles
tomorrow afternoon

for a meeting with your
heaviest connections.

That's a lie.

Only an idiot would
cross the border.

Did he tell you their names?

No. Just that he
was meeting them

because they said you
couldn't supply them anymore.

And they'll believe him.

Since the crash,
everyone believes!

Where is the meeting?

I told you, Los Angeles.

Where in Los Angeles?

Oh, gee, isn't that
funny. I just plumb forgot.

Don't get cute.

I am not playing
games, Miss Munroe.

Neither am I, Mr. Bartone.

All I want is a little
running money.

Like $50,000?

Let's waste her.

Send her back to Escobar
like we did the last one.

And lose your chance
to find Escobar?

Oh, I think Mr. Bartone
is much too smart for that.

All right.

I'll give you the $50,000.

Now, where is the rendezvous?

In the L.A. marina. On a boat.

I take you there,
you pay me off, I split.

I'll tell you where the boat
is after I get my money.

How do we know her
whole story isn't a fairy tale?

I can prove it.

You can keep me
covered the whole way,

but you have to let me turn
some heroin over to my partner

at 6:00 in the morning at
the hotel swimming pool.

I mean, that was the plan.

And if it isn't delivered?

Well, then Escobar will
know something went wrong.

He'll cancel the whole show.

I don't like it.

No, no.

It's a good test.

We either find out her
story's true, or we kill her.

Right, Miss Munroe?

Right, Mr. Bartone.

If it is true, we'll
fly to Los Angeles

we'll take two bottles with us.

I want to show them
proof that we can supply.

Why don't you let me handle it.

It's too dangerous for
you to cross the border.

No, I want them all to
know that I'm still the man.

And I want to see
Escobar's face.

For the first and last time.

Your friend doesn't
show at 6 on the button

and I use your head
for target practice.

I said 6 sharp.

I'm going back to the party.

Get some heroin and
put it in a bottle for her.

And stay with her until you
take her back to the hotel.

Better settle down.
We got a nice, long wait.

Oh, that depends
on how we spend it.

I mean, it's not the plaza,

but I hear they have
a terrific wine list.

Now that's more like it.

We found the heroin.
But Jill got caught.

Doyle's got her downstairs
in the wine cellar.

What?!

She did some fast talking,

but if we don't move
fast she's dead.

Excuse me, Colonel. Señorita?

Yes. Isn't this my dance?

Oh, yes.

Taylor, I think you'd
better call it a night.

I beg your pardon.

I want you to handle
a very special flight,

tomorrow, early.

Sure, where to?

Los Angeles.

A normal passenger flight,
with one exception... Me.

What did you do
in the wine cellar?

Crush the grapes?

Kelly, where's Sabrina?

We have to cut.

Colonel Morales
has her in custody

on the dance floor.

Now keep smiling,
Colonel, all right?

I'm a private investigator
from Los Angeles,

and I'd like to make
you a proposition.

Oh? Yes.

A gift has arrived
for you, Señor.

A gift for me? Bring it in.

A beautiful box.

A big one, huh? Yeah.

Open it, open it.

Colonel Morales!

"An eye for an eye."

Signed, Escobar.

Call the local police.

Si, Colonel. Touch nothing.

I will have to ask
you many questions.

Delighted, Colonel. As
soon as my guests have gone.

Caballeros, amigos, I
suggest we call it a night.

Muy buenas noches.

Kelly...

That's our friend
from the heroin lab.

All the way from Culiacán.

We don't have to worry
about finding Escobar,

he's finding us.

Miss Munroe? Yes.

You have something for me?

Oh, you bet your burrito!

Escobar. I am to tell you...

What?

I am to say...
oh, shoot, I forgot.

Oh, no!

Boat!

He on boat... Sweet Sue.

Oh, I love you!

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you. You were great.

But I... I don't understand.

I say, Sweet Sue, I get wine.

You pay me for wine?

That's how Henry
Kissinger does it.

This is it, Jim.

It's a one-way trip for Bartone.

What do you mean?

He's walking
right into a set-up.

Come on, I don't
want to miss the final.

Well, where's the boat?

Well, before we go any
further I want my money.

Where is the boat, Miss Munroe?

Unless you want
to die right here.

Well, it's Sweet Sue, slip 22.

Kinda catchy, huh?

Let's go.

I hope we didn't keep you
waiting too long, Señor Escobar.

The name is Bosley, Mr. Bartone.

And I suggest that you
put your weapons down.

The entire area is surrounded
by Drug Enforcement Agents

that have waited
years for this moment.

So put them down!

Right now!

All right. Hold it.

Hold it!

Get up.

Come on, let's get them out.

Come on!

Hold it right there.

Well, at least it
was a beautiful boat.

Yeah, it's great, but next
time you borrow it, Boz,

why don't you make
it a cocktail cruise?

What I want to know
is where's Sabrina?

Everybody all right?

Everything is under
control, Sabrina.

A piece of executive
organization

that Charlie would be proud of.

Which reminds me,
I've got to call him.

You mean, you three are a team?

Just like the Supremes.

You really fooled me.

Me too.

What?

Well, I guess everybody got
fooled on this one, didn't they?

Including Escobar.

Where does he come into this?

Right here, I think.

Doesn't he, Jim?

What are you talking about?

Come on, Jim, it's over.

You are Escobar, aren't you?

Oh, come on, you
don't mean that.

Oh, yes, I do.

I wish I didn't.

You nearly had me fooled.

And then it hit me this morning.

The night of the party,

when I was looking
for the wine...

You reminded me
to look for bottles

marked "Vintage 1957."

But you couldn't
have known that.

You didn't go in
the lab that night.

You never saw the bottles.

And then when the lab operator's
body was delivered to Bartone,

then I understood.

You'd flown back the next
morning and killed him,

and that's when you
read the wine labels.

I'm really sorry you found out.

So am I.

I'm sorry for Dan,
and for his sister, Lori.

I'm sure they trusted you too.

No, no, don't.

Okay, don't get nervous.

Dump it.

Into the water.

You, give her the
bag. Give it to her!

Now I don't want to hurt you, so
don't make any strange moves.

Yeah, just a minute.
Hey, Sabrina!

Kelly, the net!

Come on!

Now that is a prize catch!

But, Charlie, how did you
manage to ski into a tree?

It was a matter
of chivalry, Angel.

Any woman who expends
the effort to wriggle

into a pair of pants that tight

deserves the full attention

of every red-blooded
male on the slopes.

Oh, let us know if
anybody writes anything

juicy on your cast, Charlie.

Charlie, what's the prognosis
for Dan Mason's recovery?

Encouraging.

If he wants it bad enough,

he may even fly again.

Have formal charges been
filed against Frank Bartone?

In spades, Bosley.

The word is Bartone couldn't
even win a leniency appeal

from a lady judge

and an all-woman jury.

Don't count on it.

Oh, is there any news
on Maria, Charlie?

I spoke with Colonel
Morales yesterday, Jill.

He's personally arranged

for Maria to be
re-united with her mother.

She's very happy.

Oh, that's terrific!

How much longer
will you be in traction?

Another 10 days at
the outside, Angel.

But I have a private room

boasting the most
exotic equipment

in physical therapy techniques,

and uh, I make it
a point to tackle it

whenever I can
rise to the occasion.

As a matter of fact,
I'm getting the urge.

Right now...

Oh, Charlie.

Charlie...