"Coming!" "Good morning." "Hey, what's the occasion?" "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about you." "I thought maybe you'd be hungry." "I scored some amazing scones." "Yeah, now's not a good time for me, Val." "Why?" "is somebody here?" "No, nobody's here." "I'm going out of town." "Great." "Can I come?" "No." "Well, why not?" "It'll be fun." "You don't even know where l'm going." "Okay, Dylan, where are you going?" "It's none of your business." "Just don't ask me any questions right now, okay?" "Listen, Dylan, I can keep a secret." "Don't make me beg." "That's my cab." "Listen, I've got to go." "At least say you're glad to see me." "Val, come on, do you expect me to believe I'm the one guy on your little bakery route this morning." "I'll remember that." "Pasajeros, bienvenidos a Punta Brava." "Thank you for flying with us and we hope you enjoy your stay." "Passengers for flight 32, your baggage is in baggage claim area number four." "Passenger Ramon Gutierrez, please pick up a courtesy phone." "Hotel Consuelo?" "Gracias." "De nada, senor." "He's uh, he's expecting me;" "it's all right," "Hey, Jones..." "Hey, Jones." "Get the hell up!" "Get up!" "What happened here?" "!" "Not now, kid." "Just come back later, all right?" "Stop it!" "Stop it!" "Are you crazy?" "Possibly." "Why didn't you pick me up at the airport?" "A setback, I had a setback." "What?" "Did you happen to see this foxy lady leaving Punta Brava with the other one of these?" "That is your setback?" "Oh, man, you just go back to bed." "I'll tell you what, I can find somebody competent to do the job for what I'm paying!" "No, no, hold it, hold it, hold it." "Don't you cop attitude with me, you understand?" "No, attitude!" "Now, I am way on top of this case, you understand?" "Oh, yeah, I can see that." "You ought to consider yourself lucky to be working with a pro like me." "I'm a total professional." "Look, you get dressed." "And if they're out there, I want to know it, I want to see it!" "Oh, they're here, sport." "And you'll see it." "Well, well, wellie, well, well." "More big numbers posted for the Andrea Zuckerman machine." "Oh, my, dean's list again?" "Boy, you're in a real rut, Andrea." "Look, don't make fun." "This was my hardest semester ever." "Hannah was sick throughout exams." "Oh, that's right." "Cindy said if it wasn't for some hot shot med student, she could have developed pneumonia, right?" "Did I say that to Cindy?" "Didn't hear it from Brenda." "Yeah, I might've been exaggerating a little, and it wasn't like he wasn't a good doctor," "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this that I see?" "is that a little blush I see on your cheek, chief?" "Could be she's having impure thoughts about other men." "Hot oil messages?" "You guys, all I was thinking was how I couldn't stop second- guessing his diagnosis, okay?" "It was just a joke." "Well, be a little funnier next time." "Oh, that hurt." "Oh." "Hey, hey, I've got great news." "I've got three classes next semester that are almost exactly alike." "And that's great news?" "lt's awesome news." "That means one final paper for all three classes." "Well, overachievers, it is now obvious that Kelly has stood me up, so I'm gonna go to the campus and face the music all by my lonesome." "Not all of us have the Steve Sanders course load." "Hey, hey, I'm taking aesthetics of golf, too." "Come on, just give it a chance." "No, we're not turning the Peach Pit After Dark into a hip-hop club." "What's going on, club chicks?" "Have you seen Kelly anywhere?" "Yeah, on campus." "She was going to the Administration Building." "I guess something wasn't right with her psych tutorial." "But she's probably home by now." "Thanks." "See ya." "See ya." "Bye." "So, what were you saying?" "Hip-hop is boring." "Oh, but alternative rock with the same droning guitars and hoarse singer screaming about how things suck, that's invigorating?" "Things do suck." "Tough." "We're not booking any downer bands." "Okay." "What does it take to evolve?" "Discipline and and courage." "What can you achieve?" "Control, confidence and a first peek at your shining self..." "Okay, voyagers, let's review..." "Don't turn that off on my account." "How long have you been spying?" "I'd prefer to think of it as adoring from afar." "I've always liked you on the floor in weird positions." "You are definitely in that category" "Professor Finley calls "the rough beast."" "I can live with that." "I heard there was some problem today with his tutorial." "Yeah, the Faculty Council decided that he of all people is not worthy of job security, academic recognition, or a pay raise." "Are you telling me Patrick Finley was denied tenure?" "Mm-hmm." "ln my task force report, he had the highest popularity rating of any professor." "I know, it's true." "And now he won't do any of his tutorial teachings until he gets an immediate appeal." "Well, I'm sorry, Kel, and I hope I don't embarrass you, but I think I'm going to have to twist the dean's arm on this one personally until he gets that appeal." "Oh, you approve of that, do you?" "Yes." "I thought I was going to have to persuade you much harder" "to get you involved." "Well, in that case, forget I said anything and persuade away." "Check it out." "They took a year lease." "Yeah, that's Kevin and that's Suzanne." "No, no, now they call themselves" "Karl and Kitty Cavendish." "Cute, huh?" "Erica is still Erica as far as I can tell." "I mean she doesn't have an alias." "So, what are they doing down here?" "Business opportunities." "They arrived about a week ago from Santos, Brazil, man." "They had an import company, but you can bet that it was a cover for smuggling." "Drugs?" "Why not?" "The way I figure it either got too dry or too hot, and they just went looking for greener pastures." "Speaking of green, where's my cash?" "There's 50 grand in a local bank, but the big bucks are stashed in another bank with a secret account number somewhere." "That's what we're gonna flush out." "How do you know all that?" "How do I know all that?" "Right now, I got a nice juicy wire tap on their phone line, okay?" "I can tell you all sorts of stuff." "This guy "Karl"" "thinks he's Captain Kidd, and he's into, uh... blowing his big bucks on pirate collectibles." "Kitty, on the other hand, she's just happy that she's not sleeping with Karl, is that enough?" "Serves her right." "What's next?" "I've been thinking on that a little." "A little?" "You've been thinking a little?" "You called me all the way down here, you haven't even got a plan?" "Hey, I did." "You dig?" "So what happened?" "Carrie Anne-- she bailed." "Without the right foxy lady, this plan ain't going to fly." "Well, get another one, genius." "I wish." "She was one in a million." "There's Erica." "I'm telling you, she could lie like a rug, tease like a sleaze." "How am I going to find another Carrie Anne?" "Hello." "Dylan?" "Listen, I'm sorry." "I can't hear you." "Don't hang up." "Just listen." "After this morning?" "Fat chance!" "I'm in Punta Brava, okay?" "I really need you." "Well, I don't care." "I want you to come down." "I'll pay." "Oh, now you want me to come down." "Listen, I'm sorry." "Come on, Val." "Look, there's a flight leaving tomorrow morning." "Call the airlines and get a reservation." "Right?" "And why would I want to do that?" "Valerie, you coming?" "Yeah. I'll be there in a second." "Listen, Dylan, I can't talk." "I promised the Walshes I'd go out tonight." "Jim's firm's being honored by the Chamber of Commerce." "Okay?" "Yeah, you're right." "How can I compete with that?" "Have fun." "Dylan, what's going on?" "What's the difference?" "You can't talk, right?" "Honey, just..." "just leave the knot." "It's not the tie I'm worried about." "It's getting there on time." "Oh, there she is." "Come on, Val." "Let's go." "You look lovely." "Thank you." "Um..." "Can you guys go without me?" "What?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "It's just my friend Ginger from back home is on the phone, and she's in a really bad way." "I might have to fly out tomorrow morning." "To Buffalo?" "Yeah." "Um..." "I'm really sorry, Jim." "Have a wonderful time." "Okay, guys?" "Valerie..." "Never a dull moment." "You want me to go upstairs and see what's really going on, Dad?" "No." "Because I don't care." "Well, I do." "Why would she lie?" "Because she has no shame." "Let's just go, okay?" "Okay, Dylan. I'm yours." "What do you want me to do?" "Now you're talking." "Grab a pencil." "Here's the plan." "Flight number 22, destination Los Angeles..." "Hey, Val's plane is here." "She's stuck in customs." "What else is new?" "Can I get you something?" "No." "Just my eight million bucks, please." "That's what we're here for." "Now, look." "Put this on, okay?" "You're going to play the part of a valet, so you might as well start wearing it." "You really think it's a good idea for all three of us to be seen together?" "Kid, I've got my ear on the Cavendishes, all right?" "Now, you just pay attention to me, do what I tell you, and we'll stay one step ahead." "Yeah, well, excuse me if you don't inspire a great amount of confidence, Jones." "That's because you haven't seen me in action, pal." "What was yesterday?" "Look, when I was with the Bureau doing Special Ops with Christine all the time, I mean, she knew that if you got your beer nuts in the fire, that I was the best man to call-- fuzzy old me." "Well, if you're so great, how come you're not still with the Bureau?" "Half my jobs are with the government." "Who do you think they get to clean up their dirty work, huh, when they're not allowed to?" "I mean, you name it, kid, I have done it." "I'm a master." "You are working with a master." "Hey, for what I'm paying you, you better be." "I've got a problem here, okay?" "It gives me the heebie-jeebies working with an amateur." "Now, this little sweetie pie of yours better be up to major league ball, or there's going to be a delay of game." "Don't you worry about my girl Val." "She's a player." "She better be." "There she is." "Oh, my!" "Mm-hmm." "Does she know that I'm supposed to be the boyfriend?" "Just cut the static." "Why don't you give her a test run?" "Valerie!" "Oh, God!" "I've missed you, baby, so much!" "How are you?" "Hi." "I missed you, too." "Jeeves, where are your manners?" "Pick up the lady's bags and take us to the Palmilla Hotel." "Now." "So, major league enough for you?" "Hall of Fame potential." "Take the bags." "Please." "There's nothing you or I can do about his appeal." "Tenure is in the hands of the Faculty Council, and they decided Finley didn't deserve it." "That doesn't make sense." "How can we afford not to keep our best teachers here?" "We're going to lose him if he isn't reconsidered." "Brandon, Chancellor Arnold recruited Finley himself, but these things happen." "Now, let's stop..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What happens?" "He's not academic enough for the other teachers?" "He didn't publish enough scholarly papers?" "Well, in fact, the publishing thing was a problem." "He was supposed to be working on a book last summer and instead started with these seminars." "And the other teachers became jealous that he was making money?" "No. I think they're concerned that he's using his classroom to develop new converts." "That's a little harsh, don't you think?" "Brandon, his teaching style borders on the messianic." "Why?" "Because his students like him?" "Dean, when the chancellor appointed me to the task force, we made a commitment to upgrade undergraduate education." "What happened to that?" "Okay. I shouldn't say this, and will deny it if it's repeated, but last year, we had complaints from some parents of Finley's students." "Some serious allegations about conduct during a weekend retreat." "What kind of allegations?" "Look. I've said too much already." "I'll tell you what." "Go meet the man, and see for yourself what he's like, and I'll work on it from this end." "Maybe we can work something out for Finley this semester." "Thanks. I appreciate it." "I take it this hotel's going to be a step up from that fleabag I found you in, Jones." "Hey, look, I was trying to keep the expenses down." "They come out of your cut, not mine." "What a guy." "Of course I am." "From now on, for appearance's sake, we go first-cabin." "We're a filthy rich couple staying at the best resort in Punta Brava, just up the beach from loveable Kitty and Karl." "Works for me." "Since an old Air Force buddy runs this joint, our credit's good." "Shoulders back, Jeeves!" "They're expecting us." "Welcome to the Hotel Palmilla." "Senor and Senora Jones, so good to see you." "Amigo!" "Marco!" "Glad to see you." "Senorita." "I'll have your bags taken to your suite" "at once." "Oh, just get my things; our manservant here will take care of the lady's." "Excellente." "Then follow me." "Vamos." "Oh, it's great, it's really warm." "Look." "Thanks for coming." "No problem. lt'll be fun." "I don't know about that, but I do appreciate it." "I should have made you beg." "Valerie!" "Cut the distractions." "You and I got a date with the Cavendishes for cocktails." "Now, let's go." "I'm all yours." "Thank you." "Hey!" "What am I supposed to do?" "I would suggest you find some very large checkers." "Okay, rehearsal's over." "We got a bogey at 12:00." "Now, when you catch the mister's eye, you just tease his socks off." "What about the wife?" "She won't be around." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh, my God!" "I am so sorry." "Jones, what did you just do?" "I'm soaking wet!" "Senora, please." "There is a bathroom." "Come quickly." "Jonesy, do something." "I will, I will." "Don't worry." "l'll get a table, hon." "Marcos." "Their bill is on me tonight, all right?" "Dinner, cocktails, whatever." "I'm sorry." "Please, sit and be our guest." "That won't be necessary, thank you." "Please. it would make me feel so much better." "What the hell?" "You know, for such a young lady, you really do have impeccable manners." "Thank you." "I'm Val." "Karl." "And this is my..." "Jonesy, what are you anyway?" "I'm a very clumsy significant other." "J.J. Jones." "Never too busy." "Karl Cavendish." "Karl..." "Karl...?" "Cavendish." "Oh." "Jonesy, what is so funny?" "Well, that's just the perfect Punta Brava name, isn't it?" "Hmm?" "I mean, this whole place traces back" "to the pirate..." "Thomas..." "Thomas Cavendish." "Right." "Yeah." "Have a seat." "Good." "Wow." "So, um... are you related?" "No, no. I mean, not that I would mind." "When your last name is Cavendish, you develop a taste for outlaw history." "In fact, I'm a... big collector of piratical material." "That's amazing." "Jonesy collects, too." "Well, just a little." "Of course, I did pick up the log of Captain Edward Teach at the auction." "Blackbeard's log?" "Mm-hmm." "That must have cost you a small fortune." "Use it or lose it." "Like my daddy used to say," ""You never see a Brinks truck following a funeral."" "Daddy." "Oh, great." "Here we go." "Gracias, mi amiga." "Thank you, Jonesy." "Here you go, Karl." "Um..." "Listen, Karl, why don't you come on the yacht and go fishing with us?" "I can show you where your namesake broadsided his first ship." "We're going out tomorrow." "Please." "You have to come with us." "That would be great." "Excuse me, Karl." "We should get our table for dinner." "No." "Marcos, another chair, please." "Kitty, honey, I want you to meet Val" "and Jay." "Hi." "We may be going fishing with them tomorrow." "Really?" "Hi." "Sorry." "This is very nice." "Have a seat." "Please." "Erica." "Dylan." "Don't look at me." "Don't talk to me; just keep looking at the bottles and pretend like you're shopping." "Nobody can know that I'm here, okay." "Do you understand that?" "Uh-huh." "Dylan, I missed you so much." "I've missed you, too, kid." "I can't believe how much you've grown and how pretty you are." "So I wasn't pretty before?" "You've always been pretty." "Take me with you, Dylan." "I hate it here." "Erica!" "Have you decided?" "No." "Well, hurry." "We must get back to the butcher's." "You better go." "Will you come back to get me?" "I promise." "Here." "I collect sea glass." "It's my favorite one." "Why didn't you just walk up to the front door, ring the bell and announce yourself?" "'Cause I'm not stupid, all right?" "Look, I was watching Erica." "She left the Villa and went into town-- nobody saw me." "Now you're lying." "You said the guard looked at you." "Oh, yeah, but he didn't recognize me!" "Come on!" "Look, the kid's not gonna say a word." "Nothing has changed." "Just stick to your own plan." "It's working, isn't it?" "Well, no thanks to you." "But come tomorrow, when I sink the hook in... they'll be accessing the big bucks in no time." "Well, I tell you what-- not a minute too soon 'cause the sooner you're out of my life, the better." "Oh, well, there's gratitude for you, isn't it?" "Gratitude!" "You want to talk gratitude?" "!" "Yeah, I want to talk about gratitude!" "All right, when you deliver...!" "Well, at least you've got fine taste in women." "Val had Kevin on a string all night." "Why, thank you, Jonesy." "I thought I was quite convincing myself." "You know, I've been thinking, we haven't discussed the, uh, sleeping arrangements." "So, I've got this king-size bed in my master suite..." "Yeah, well, try not to get too lonely in it, cause she's gonna sleep in here in the servants' quarters." "Well, no harm in asking, is there?" "All right, Val, you get some sleep tonight." "We're gonna be heading for the dock real early in the morning." "I'll be ready." "Good." "Now, um..." "While you're at it tonight, try and find some good places on her so I can, uh, stick the transmitter." "Yeah, I thought you were gonna" "use the flower in her hat." "l am." "Geez." "You've got no sense of humor." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Are you all right?" "Well, it's not your typical semester break." "You okay with everything he has planned for you and Kevin tomorrow?" "Well, Kevin makes my skin crawl, but I want to do this for you." "You've been incredible, Val." "is there anything I can do for you?" "Just hold me." "Brandon." "He said he'd see you now." "You obviously have some clout." "No." "You do." "Thanks for squeezing me in." "I'm sorry you had to wait at all." "It's just, my students always come first." "Nothing wrong with that." "But I figure the student president does deserve a few perks." "A cappuccino bar in the hallway would be nice." "No wonder Kelly has such nice things to say about you." "The feeling is mutual." "Good." "Then let's fast-forward this, shall we?" "I'm looking to you, Brandon, to be a torch-bearer." "It's obvious I'm going to have to mobilize this campus to get what I deserve." "I understand." "I actually have a few ideas about how to re-approach the Faculty Council." "I was speaking with Dean Whitmore, and I think there may be some credence in directly answering your critics." "What are you talking about?" "Did Whitmore bring up those stupid, malicious retreat allegations?" "No." "I was talking about your lack of publishing in academic journals." "You're lying." "He's already poisoned your mind against me." "Did he describe my teachings as "messianic"?" "Did he?" "Yeah." "So what?" "So what's next?" "!" "My classes are described as cults?" "I'm crucified as a heretic?" "You all make me sick!" "Professor Finley, I came here today as an ally." "No, no, no, no!" "You came here on a fact-finding mission to see if I'm as dangerous as Chancellor Arnold and all the others would like to think." "Well, I'll tell you something:" "I'm worse, and if they want a showdown with me, I will bring this campus to its knees." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Whoa!" "Hey!" "Be careful with that marlin!" "It took Karl all morning to reel it in." "At least, I didn't lose my fish, like some people." "Come to me." "Come to me." "Well, I think Jonesy was a little too busy talking business today." "More like plunder." "Whatever business you all are in, it sure seems like a growth industry." "I told you, I'm a taxidermist." "Jonesy, would you spill it?" "They're cool." "In due time." "Listen, Captain Karl." "Let's get a picture of this." "Nobody else is gonna believe it." "String it up, boys." "I think that's enough fish stories." "We need to talk." "Really?" "Really." "Thank you." "So?" "Well, I think Jonesy found" "a new fishing partner." "Hmm." "Next time, I may send may daughter instead of me." "Erica will appreciate it more." "Wow." "You and Karl have a daughter." "That's wild." "Who does she look like more?" "Well, not Karl." "It's another father." "And she's adorable." "She has the best qualities of each of us." "Wow. lt sounds like you still like this guy." "I guess I always will." "Unfortunately, Jack died a few years ago." "I'm sorry." "Come on everybody, let's get in." "Picture time." "Photo-op." "All right." "Okay." "Sonriendo?" "Fish!" "He is a smuggler." "He just told me." "He uses stuffed trophy fish like this as a cover." "And why would he tell you that?" "One pirate to another." "He's looking for a money partner to expand." "Sorry about that." "So, uh, where were we?" "Just making dinner reservations." "Only this time, it's gonna be our treat." "Oh, great." "We want to learn a little more about taxidermy." "Well, you work it out;" "I have to get to the hotel health club." "For what they charge for a massage, I don't want to be late." "Oh." "Sorry, Karl." "Wait, wait one second." "Uh, I'm gonna go with her and make sure Marco gives her the vip discount or else he's gonna lose me as a friend." "Okay?" "Well, thank you." "I'll, uh, see you later." "So, I guess it's, uh... just us." "Yeah." "Little ol' us." "You know, I can't believe your house is just right up the beach." "Your place must be fabulous." "Yeah, it's kind of a dream house, really." "Would you like to see it?" "I'd love to." "I love the painting." "That's Anne Bonney, swashbuckling queen of the seas," ""as dangerous with her sword as she was with her body."" "Sounds like a role model for our generation." "And let me guess." "Behind the painting is ye olde wall safe, right?" "No." "That's not my style." "I like the four firm walls of a bank around my fortune." "Well, not Jonesy and I." "Too many clerks knowing your business." "You're just doing the wrong kind of banking." "I like to think of myself as being on the cutting edge of cyber-finance." "I think you've lost me." "I don't mean to brag, but I could be sitting right here, in the middle of paradise doing all my banking while enjoying a drink and the company of an irresistible woman." "You can?" "Just by using a computer?" "Along with a private modem phone line." "For example, you and Jonesy are looking for a partner, right?" "Maybe I need some extra cash to prove that I'm serious." "I might just... call up my account." "Where's your bank?" "In the Cayman lslands." "This will just... take a second." "Yes." "Yes!" "You got the bank?" "I got the bank." "I got the bank account." "And I'm now zeroing in..." "on his password." "Jones, you're a hell of a computer geek." "Wrong, wrong." "This isn't a computer, man." "To me, this is video games, man." "This is, this is Pong, man, this is Pac-Man, this is Rebel Assault, man." "I'm just trying to beat the machine, run up the score." "Okay, run up eight million." "Piece of cake-- thanks to our gal, Val." "How's she handling him?" "She's gotta be out of there already." "Erica knocked on the bedroom door and he had to send her out the back." "She's probably coming up the beach right now." "It's all up to you." "Oh, damn it." "What?" "Damn, damn." "Oh!" "What!" "Don't tell me you lost it?" "!" "Come on!" "Blink check." "Got you in a blink, didn't I?" "Stop messing around." "Come on!" "That's eight million bucks!" "Well, smile, partner." "The joke is on Captain Karl." "Right now, at this very moment, there's seven and a half million dollars in an fbi account with our names attached to it-- in bold." "What do you mean?" "Are you telling me you made that transfer?" "My grubby little hands did it." "No, no, no applause." "No applause yet." "Listen, I want to be packed up and ready to go when Valerie walks in, all right?" "I want to make that 3:00 flight." "What about Erica?" "What about her?" "She's my sister." "I can't leave her down here." "Mission accomplished, Ace, all right?" "Dash for the cash." "We're not going anywhere without her." "What's this "we" thing, huh?" "Now, our deal strictly called for us to go after the dough." "I got no plan on how to snatch a kid." "Well, you're the big professional." "It shouldn't be too difficult for you." "You know what, let me tell you something." "In my business, okay, worse thing you can do is listen to somebody like you, and that's an amateur, because you get dead." "All right?" "It's over, spud boy, the game's over." "Hey, it's not over for me, okay?" "All right, pay attention, okay." "I'm not staying." "I can't believe you let him leave, Dylan!" "Look, would you just forget about it?" "I mean, he's a mercenary." "I don't need that." "This is crazy." "You've got no plan." "I've got a pretty good idea though." "I think we can pull it off." "Well, it better be quick, because the Cavendishes are coming over to pick me and Jonesy up for dinner." "Exactly, and that's all the time I need to get Erica out of that house, but you've got to help me." "And what makes you think you can get into that house?" "Yeah, it's like a phone tree." "That way, we'll all be ready when Finley needs us." "Lee, can I call you back?" "Yeah, I'm thrilled about it, too." "Bye." "Thrilled about what?" "Finley hired me on as his research assistant." "Great." "I consider it a miracle after the meeting you had with him." "You heard about that already, huh?" "Everybody has." "What were you thinking?" "What was I thinking?" "Kelly, I got ambushed." "As soon as he heard that I had talked to Dean Whitmore, the guy went crazy." "Why would he do that?" "Because he's paranoid." "I would be, too." "You all stabbed him in the back." "Wait a minute, now I'm a member of "you all"?" "Brandon, you are as much a part of the C.U. establishment as any other extern." ""Extern," what is that, Finley-speak?" "Yeah, it's his word for people who don't have a clue." "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some phone calls to make." "Hold on a second." "You're the one that wanted me to talk to the dean in the first place." "You've gotta start taking some responsibility here." "Brandon, I am taking responsibility." "For the first time since the fire, thanks to Finley, I am feeling strong and clear and unafraid." "You just don't get it." "You're right, I don't get it." "Erica, if that's the best pile you can do, I'm not going to waste money on any more lessons for you." "I don't want any lessons!" "I don't want anything from you." "So, do I look all right?" "Just who are you trying to look all right for?" "Sweetheart, why don't you try lightening up for a change, all right?" "You have a visitor at the door." "A Val Jones." "Send her in." "What's she doing here?" "I have no idea." "You guys are going to think I'm such an airhead." "Why?" "What happened?" "Well, I went beachcombing and lost track of time, and I saw your place." "Well, that's no problem." "We were going to pick you up anyway." "You're a beachcomber?" "Yeah, and Jonesy hates it." "He doesn't understand how anyone can spend so much time looking for sea glass." "Oh." "Well, I understand the obsession." "Erica collects it, too." "Well, she can have mine." "I can?" "Of course." "Hi, I'm Val." "Hi." "Well, while you two discuss hobby hints, we'll get our things so we can be off." "Good. I'm starving." "Did you find any good pieces?" "Yes, actually, I did." "A beautiful blue one." "Val... do you want to call Jonesy, let him know where you are?" "No. I'll just run up and change." "He's a lot better to deal with in person." "You listen to Ana and Felipe, okay?" "They have a nice dinner for you." "Yes, Mom." "Good night." "Good night, sweetie." "Hola?" "Ana, this is Mrs. Cavendish." "I want Erica to take a shower before dinner." "A shower for Erica." "Sure, I will call Felipe right away so he can get it started." "I don't want to take a shower!" "Put Erica on the phone please." "Dylan, watch out!" "Dylan?" "!" "What's going on in there?" "Ana?" "Felipe?" "Stop the car." "Uh, what's the problem?" "There was an intruder, senora." "A gringo but Felipe has captured him." "Good." "Lock Erica in her room." "We're coming right back." "What the hell are you doing?" "I thought I'd ask darling Val about the Dylan in our house." "Dylan?" "I don't know any Dylan." "Ana, you can go." "Felipe, thank you." "Dylan McKay." "Long time no see." "Well, now we can stop looking over our shoulders." "I knew you'd eventually pay us a visit." "Hell, I would have been here sooner," "But you guys, you didn't leave a forwarding address." "You... sit down." "Who's the girl?" "Nice try." "But she has a surprisingly low threshold for pain." "I'm sorry, Dylan." "All right, you guys have had your fun." "What do you say we make a deal?" "A deal?" "I don't think you have any money to make a deal." "And I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life running from the law, do you?" "Yo, ho, hee, the pirate life for me." "What are you guys going to do to us?" "That depends on how you behave." "But I can tell you this." "People have disappeared in Punta Brava." "Even beautiful women." "We have to get something straight." "Valerie said that Jonesy left Punta Brava." "Where did he go, Dylan?" "He's right outside." "Now, don't get cute." "Dylan, just tell them the truth." "That is the truth." "Stay down, I got him!" "He's mine." "Oh, you're dead, McKay." "Stop it, man!" "Stop it!" "That's not bad, kid." "Okay, let me go." "I'll cut you in on the money." "It's in a Cayman Island bank." "Honey, your horny husband lost all that money this afternoon." "Good." "What the hell took you so long?" "Geez, what a day." "So, what made you change your mind?" "Well, I started thinking, uh, how royally you were going to screw everything up, so I called my pal the federale to see if he'd roll in the troops." "Jonesy, what a good friend you are." "Of course, it helped that I told a little lie." "Well, how little?" "I told him that the Cavendishes were plotting to kidnap Erik Estrada." "Now, don't laugh, don't laugh." "He's a big star down here." "Anyhow, everything's gonna be all sorted out in the morning." "The fbi is gonna ask for extradition on the fraud charges." "And me, myself, I am going to take my federale pal on a vacation to Las Vegas." "Hey, that comes out of your end." "But still, I mean, you didn't have to come yourself." "How was I to enjoy the spoils if anything happened to you, hmm?" "Well, all I can say is your timing was impeccable." "A long, slow kiss would be thank you enough." "And a grab and a tickle, too." "Assuming McKay didn't mind..." "McKay?" "I thought they would kill you." "So did they." "I knew you'd find me." "Piece of cake."