"Anyone here?" "All right, let's cut the games, huh?" "I'm here like you said." "Now, what do you want?" "Good evening, Mr. Stetson." "It's been a long time since our last encounter." "I hope you and your agency don't hold grudges because I'm looking forward to doing business with you again." "Soon." "I'll be giving you the details later." "I'll be in touch." "Well, what have we here?" "A New Year's resolution to be in on time or still up late from last night?" "Save it." "You won't feel like joking after you've heard this." "Oh, let me guess, it's the latest Bobby Leaves For Hollywood." "Oh, maybe it's an audio recording of last night's soiree with what's-her-name?" "That girl you're seeing now?" "Randy." "Oh, Francine!" "My, my, my, this must be serious." "Try Hans Retzig." "Oh, this is serious." "Good morning, people." "Not anymore it isn't." "Right." "You promised to take us to Goofy Golf." "Right, sweetheart." "Great!" "The one night they play Casablanca at the revival theater." "Mother, I'm sorry, I promised the boys." "Okay." "I'll try to go another night." "Philip, come here, sweetie." "Look, here's your lunch money." "Now, bring me back the change and no extra dessert, okay?" "I thought you were making tuna fish sandwiches." "I was going to, Mother, but iff needs me to come in." "You haven't even had your breakfast." "Well, I'll get something later." "I hope they appreciate all the sacrifices you make." "I'm sure they do, Mother." "They should show their appreciation by giving you a raise." "I'll talk to them about it." "Maybe if you were a little more aggressive." "Yes, Mother." "Sweetie, come on, now." "Everybody hurry up." "We're gonna be late." "Are we gonna have to buy clubs?" "No, we'll rent them." "Look, it's 10 to." "Come on." "We gotta go." "Ten to!" "I was supposed to be at Emilio's five minutes ago." "Mother, his prices are just outrageous." "Well, what am I saving for?" "Until my daughter grows up and has kids of her own?" "Yes, Mother, you're right." "Come on, boys, let's go!" "Don't forget to eat your breakfast, Amanda." "It's the most important meal of the day!" "Yes, Mother!" "We've crossed swords with Hans Retzig before and he's always had the upper hand." "The man is very slick and very sharp." "He's also a creature of habit." "He's made most of his money in arms deals, top-secret weaponry." "But he never touches the hardware." "He deals strictly in blueprints, schematics, plans things that can be moved easily and fast." "One of the reasons he moves so fast is that he sets up his buyers ahead of time." "So for our first priority of the day we will contact all of our informants find out who's in town and who might just be in the market for weapons plans." "If we can narrow down all the buyers, they might just lead us to Retzig." "A word of warning." "Although the man may play games, he's still dangerous." "So if any of you get a line on him, call for backup." "We don't need any dead heroes." "Yeah." "Some of you here might not have been with us when Operation Thunderhead went down in flames." "Cost us two of our best agents." "Not only did Retzig get away with the goods, he made us look bad." "And then he rubbed our noses in it." "So I think we all have something at stake here." "Okay, people, let's hit it." "Almost finished." "Amanda, when you can, I'll need six copies of this made." "Right." "This Retzig looks like a pretty bad character." "The worst." "We lost two agents to him on an operation one time." "Damn good agents." "On my team too." "I'll tell you, Amanda." "In the past he has always come out on top." "But this time" "Amanda." "Yes, sir?" "May I see you for a moment?" "Yes, sir." "Lee?" "Hello?" "Anyone home?" "Augie?" "Yo, Augie!" "I am getting real tired of this." "Augie!" "Oh, hey!" "What the--?" "Oh, Lee." "What are you doing?" "I thought you owned this place." "Yeah." "You know, would you believe it, my mechanics quit this morning." "Maybe you should try paying them." "What's this?" "What's this?" "The latest fashion from Paris?" "Those lousy little creeps, they took all my coveralls." "This was the only thing left in the rag pile." "I think you should've stuck with the mud wrestling bar." "Ah." "Lee, that was a real dirty business." "Yeah, you're right." "It's good to see a man make a change." "So, what's up?" "Hans Retzig's back in town." "Uh-huh." "Lee, I don't think I can tell you anything about Retzig." "Oh, come on now." "What are you talking about?" "You two run in the same circles." "Yeah, yeah, that's what I mean." "It's kind of like a professional courtesy." "Professional." "Who are you trying to kid here?" "Your whole life has lent new dimension to the term amateur." "What do you know about Retzig?" "Look, we may run in the same circles but that doesn't mean we're alike." "That man's into violence." "I don't like that." "It clashes with my ethics." "lt scares the hell out of you." "That too." "You might find bigger scares if you don't come up with information." "Come on, Lee." "What's more scary than death and violence?" "How about the irs?" "You know, I have a good friend that's an auditor." "He might be real interested to take a look at your mudwrestling losses of last year." "All right." "I'll nose around, see what I can find out." "Do it real fast, because this guy isn't wasting any time." "You know, you should lighten up a little." "Oh?" "Enjoy life more." "I will." "Right after I get Retzig." "Oh, and, Augie, nice cuffs." "Hope you got a good deal on the tux." "Lee." "What?" "Do you have my orange?" "Your orange?" "That was your orange?" "I brought it from home this morning." "Didn't have time for breakfast." "I'm sorry." "I really am sorry." "You must be starved." "Kind of." "Food's here." "We ordered sandwiches in to work through lunch." "Take mine." "Oh, no." "I couldn't do that." "Yes." "Come on." "No, no." "I couldn't do that." "Amanda, I'm not hungry." "This Retzig thing has got me too upset to eat." "Please." "Chicken on white, extra mayo?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Francine." "Heh." "Thank you so much." "You sure?" "Yeah." "Okay." "If you insist." "Heh." "Mm." "Any luck yet?" "No." "Nobody's heard anything." "Nothing." "At least not yet." "Melrose here." "I think you better take this one." "It's Hans Retzig." "What do you want?" "That's what I like about you, Stetson, you're a bottom-line kind of guy." "How about can the small talk and get down to business?" "Suits me." "One of your departments has access to blueprints for the new Stryker One anti-aircraft missile." "I'm giving you eight hours to get me a set of those blueprints." "That'd be pretty generous of me." "Why would I wanna do that?" "If you don't, you won't get the antidote." "Antidote?" "What antidote?" "For the poison in your sandwich." "Chicken salad, extra mayo." "Bon appétit." "I'll be in touch." "Oh, my God." "Well, what have you got?" "I don't know." "This is what they pay big bucks for, Fronan?" "Medium bucks, sir." "We've identified all the chemical substances except one." "Some sort of experimental drug." "And?" "Well, the good news is, we don't think it's lethal." "What's the bad news?" "We're not sure." "Oh." "Get to the point, man." "Okay, okay." "There is" "There's evidence of hallucinogens in some of the substances she ingested." "But we're not exactly sure how that's gonna affect her." "These drugs could have any effect, from minor mood swings to paranoid delusions to radical personality changes." "Then again, they may not affect her at all." "Heh." "Is there an antidote?" "Well, we could come up with one if we could isolate and identify that substance." "But that could take days or maybe weeks." "We can't have her on the streets not knowing how she's going to behave." "She's been exposed to classified information here." "I was gonna suggest that we keep her here under observation for a while." "Who's going to tell her?" "It was my chicken sandwich." "That was the worst experience I've ever had in my whole life." "Stomach pump." "Amanda, the poison isn't lethal." "Hmm?" "Oh, good." "But they don't know how it'll affect you, so you have to stay here under observation." "I can't take Philip and Jamie to Goofy Golf tonight?" "You still may be able to make it with a little luck." "But I think we're gonna have to figure out something else." "Well, really, that's all right." "I'm not really feeling up to it anyway." "Lee." "Excuse me." "One of our contacts called." "Augie Swann wants to meet at the Hattman House." "Good." "Let's hope he has something." "Everything is gonna be all right." "But I promise you, before this day is out, we're gonna nail that creep and get your antidote." "Sure." "Good." "Ready?" "Thank you, Francine." "It's okay." "This better be worth it, Augie." "My auditor friend has an itchy calculator finger." "Just make sure you keep my name out of this, okay?" "Retzig just doesn't cover his tracks, you know, he buries them along with anybody who gets in his way." "Okay, okay." "Now, what have you got?" "See that guy eating alone?" "With the beard." "Yeah." "His name's Diersing." "Now, word is, he's in the market for some missile plans." "Hand-held?" "Anti-aircraft?" "Could be." "I don't know if Retzig's made contact yet, so you might be able to do some bluffing." "Yeah, we'll see." "Lee." "What?" "I thought there might be a finder's fee." "I could use some new coveralls, you know." "Get that tux tailored." "Oh." "Buy yourself a new tux." "Stryker One." "I thought that might get your attention." "So who are you?" "Maybe a business partner." "I hear we're both in the market for the same weapon system." "So who do you hear that from?" "Oh, it doesn't matter." "What does matter is that there's no conflict of interest  between the people we work for." "I'm representing a large South American nation." "How do I know you're not fbi?" "Because I came to you." "If I was a fed, your lawyers would spring you quicker than you can say entrapment." "Well, let's suppose that I am interested." "Where do we go from there?" "When you come into possession of the plans I'll arrange to buy a copy from you." "Now, even less risky to you is having me contact your source." "Then I can pay you a finder's fee and deal directly with him." "Lee, sorry I'm late." "Uh--Uh, yes." "This is my associate, Amanda King." "How do you do?" "Of course, if I were to consider your offer the finder's fee would have to be substantial." "Yeah." "Well, I'm sure my people will make it worth your while." "Hmm." "Mind if I have one these?" "I'm really very...." "Mm." "Very good." "Mm-hm?" "Amanda." "Can I talk with you, please?" "Work on that." "Yes." "Excuse us." "Ahem." "Excuse us." "Lee, is this Retzig, the man that you're looking for?" "Uh...." "Oh, terrific." "Just terrific." "What--?" "Excuse us." "We have to get you out of here." "That drug is taking effect." "I don't take drugs." "What do you mean, you--?" "Amanda, don't you remember this morning?" "The sandwich?" "Oh, I'd like a sandwich." "Heh." "Oh, Amanda." "Come on." "You got it." "I'm on my way." "That was Billy." "Got a lead to Retzig's hideout." "Oh, great." "Let's go." "No." "Hold it." "Hold it now." "The man is dangerous, and I think it'll be a lot safer if I drop you off at the hospital." "The hospital?" "Yes." "Why?" "I'm not sick." "Hmm?" "No, Amanda trust me on this." "Amanda, what is it?" "Hello." "Heh-heh." "What?" "Lee, don't these people look a little weird to you?" "Amanda, these people are here to help you." "Don't leave me." "Amanda" "Just don't leave me." "Amanda." "Listen to me." "Listen to me." "Francine is gonna be here in a few minutes." "No." "No." "Yes." "And she--What?" "Oh!" "Oh." "Uh...." "Lee?" "Amanda!" "Amanda!" "Amanda?" "You take good care of her." "How's Amanda?" "Don't ask." "Retzig inside?" "According to the neighbors, he's got a girl." "Yeah?" "Everybody in place?" "All the exits are sealed off." "Cory and Bacon are going through the back yard, going in through the patio." "Duffy and you are gonna crash the front door as backup." "It's okay by me." "Let's do it." "Come on." "Move out." "Stop." "Come on." "Hey, what are you doing?" "Why not?" "Come on." "Don't." "Stop it." "Watch the TV." "Listen." "I don't wanna watch TV." "All right, moonface, bite the rug!" "You too, sister." "Hands behind your heads!" "Forget it!" "Forget it, Cory." "You're not Retzig." "Maybe he's one of his accomplices." "The man doesn't work with accomplices." "But maybe our amorous friends can tell us where we might find him." "How about it, pal?" "Retzig?" "You mean the guy that hired us to housesit?" "I think we've been had." "The password for the last week in last month was 'third base.'" "The password for the first week in this month was 'jumpshot.'" "The password for the second week in this month was 'moonbeam.'" "The password for this week is 'counterweight.'" "And next week it will change to 'riverboat.'" "That's very good, Amanda." "Mother, what are you doing here?" "Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing." "Mother, I'm a spy." "Now, was that so hard?" "You're not surprised?" "Why should I be?" "I've known all along." "I just wanted to see if you could be honest." "You knew?" "How?" "I'm a spy too." "So are the boys." "Boys." "Hi, Mom." "Why didn't you tell your mother you were spies?" "Mom, you didn't have a need to know." "Mother, if they don't find an antidote are they going to have to send you to a funny farm?" "If you don't come back, can I have your room?" "Well, I don't know." "Let's ask Philip first." "He's oldest." "Good afternoon, Mrs. King." "Philip, no need to be so formal." "Anything you say, Mrs. King." "Sweetheart, do you have a cold?" "It looks like you're the one who is sick, Mrs. King." "And I'm the only one who has the remedy." "You were supposed to be watching her." "I didn't have any choice." "You--Ugh." "Hey, what's going on?" "Where's Amanda?" "That's what I would like to know." "She was gone the minute I got here." "I had an emergency down in CCU." "I was only gone for a few minutes." "When I got back, that was on the bed." "Lee, look." "Hmm?" "Oh, my God!" "Amanda." "Lee, you missed the cartwheel." "No, no, no." "Amanda, don't move." "Oh, of course I can move." "Watch this." "I can head her off from the other side." "Yeah." "Go." "Now." "Did you ever think that the reason that we can't fly  is just because we're conditioned to think that we can't?" "Oh, no." "I've always believed that you can do anything you wanna do if you wanna do it badly enough and put your mind to it." "And that the only thing that limits our abilities are our negative" "Uh...." "Oh." "Uh.... attitudes!" "What happened?" "Could we take this discussion inside?" "Yes." "Francine." "Got it." "We better take her back to the agency." "I won't stop until the plans for Stryker One are in my possession." "By now, Stetson, I hope you realize you will always be one step behind." "It's time we get serious." "Be in Denwood Park in three hours." "Oh, and something I neglected to mention earlier." "If the proper antidote is not administered within the next four hours.." "...the effects of the drug become permanent." "Where's Amanda now?" "The lab." "Doesn't remember anything about Retzig's visit." "What's the progress on the antidote?" "Fronan's still running tests." "I sympathize with your problem." "And, of course, I feel sorry for this Mrs. King." "Hey, now wait a minute." "You're not just walking away from this?" "I'm not gonna jeopardize this weapon system." "Any idea how much research and development has gone into this?" "We are talking about a woman's life here." "A mother of two young boys." "Sometimes it's necessary to sacrifice a squad to save a battalion." "Not in this outfit, pal!" "Gentlemen, please." "It doesn't help us to fight among ourselves." "There must be some compromise solution to this." "I will tell you the general's solution." "Nuke Retzig till he glows." "But that is not how we're gonna get that antidote!" "All right." "You want a compromise?" "You've got it." "We'll give you the Stryker blueprints." "But I want that drop zone surrounded with my men." "Retzig won't come within a mile of me if you've got your soldiers all over the place." "He won't even know we're there." "Excuse me, sir but Retzig chose Denwood Park because there's nothing there." "No cover." "No buildings." "No way you can get anything or anybody in without him seeing it." "Unless we bring them in ahead of time." "What I'm talking about is a crack Alpha Team men that are experts in camouflage and guerilla warfare." "I think he's got something there, Scarecrow." "You're asking me to put my life in the hands of trigger-happy commandos?" "Come on, Billy." "No, I'm not!" "But then, on the other hand, I haven't heard any better ideas." "All right." "I want this on the record, there's only one reason I'm going through with it." "Yes?" "Excuse me, but has anyone seen Mrs. King?" "Oh, good show, Fronan." "Your people are doing their usual outstanding job of keeping an eye on her." "It's the drugs, sir." "And she seems to have an exceptional talent for getting away from us." "Wait." "Hold." "Hold it." "Hold it." "Well, I was practicing Goofy Golf and I hit the ball so hard." "Perhaps if she were in a more familiar environment she'd revert to more normal behavior." "Yeah, maybe you're right, but we certainly can't send her home like this." "What about my place?" "She's been there before." "It's safe." "Francine can babysit." "It's worth a try." "Francine." "Wait a minute." "This is Lee's apartment." "And who's gonna coordinate that Alpha team?" "Now, you'd better get her over there before she causes any more trouble." "That hole is pretty far off the floor." "It's not easy to do, a chip shot with a putter." "Ha-ha-ha." "Somebody should warn Goofy Golf." "Aha." "Let's go." "Come on." "Come on." "Here we go." "There we go." "Good." "Now, wait, wait." "Ooh." "Careful." "There we go." "Okay." "Now, sit down." "Good, good, good." "Now, we want to make you feel at home." "How can we make you comfortable?" "Let's light some candles." "Candles." "Good catch, Francine." "Candles." "Lee have you over for candlelight dinners?" "All the time." "Oh, uh, sure." "Candles." "Good." "Here we go." "Mm-hm." "All right." "You know, it's been a real long day for everybody." "I think maybe you should lie down and just take a little nap." "Not sleepy." "Not sleepy?" "Okay." "I'll light the candles." "Mm-mm." "I can't leave you." "You've got to." "Where you're going, I can't come." "You've got a job to do." "I can only get in the way." "But what about tonight?" "The way we feel about each other?" "Look, our feelings don't add up to a pile of chicken salad in this crazy, mixed-up world." "If I went with you, you might not regret it today next week, or next year but one day you'll look at yourself in the mirror and you'll say:" "'l should've asked my mother.'" "Amanda, there's something I want you to have." "Something that's been in my family for three generations." "A little something to remember me by." "I could never forget you." "We'll always have Arlington." "Here's looking at you, kid." "Oh, boy!" "Oh, well, that must've been a pretty interesting dream, huh?" "Who's Rick?" "Rick?" "Rick?" "Nothing yet." "There's still time." "It's only a few minutes past the hour." "I just hope the general's boys don't move too soon, spook him." "How does the camouflage look?" "It's great." "I can't even see them myself." "Hold on." "Bacon spotted someone in the northern sector." "Stay alert." "Yeah, I see him." "Is it Retzig?" "No, it's--He's still too far away to tell." "Anything yet?" "He's about the right size." "Could be our man." "Now, wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "No, it couldn't be." "Tell the general's men--Skip it." "Augie!" "Augie!" "Augie!" "Augie, hold it!" "Augie!" "Don't shoot." "Don't shoot." "Don't shoot, please!" "Don't shoot." "Just what are you doing here?" "Will you tell them not to shoot?" "It's all right." "He's not our man." "Now, what the hell are you doing here?" "I got a tip that there was a deal going down I might be interested in." "I didn't know you'd be involved." "A tip?" "From who?" "I don't know." "It was anonymous." "Nice try, Stetson." "But that forces me to raise the stakes." "How you feeling?" "Woozy." "I'm making us up some sandwiches here." "A little food might make you feel better." "You know, it's really funny." "Everybody always makes fun and gives me so much flak about what a terrible cook I am but I'll tell you something I make a pretty mean sandwich." "Aah!" "What's wrong, Amanda?" "No, no!" "You look a little pale." "Amanda." "No!" "No." "No!" "How about a glass of water?" "I'm gonna get you a drink, okay?" "Some water." "A little glass of water." "Francine." "Oh." "What happened?" "You all right?" "I don't know." "Come on." "On your feet." "Find yourself sleeping on the floor?" "Yeah." "Come on, sit down here." "Oh." "Okay." "Oh." "What happened?" "I don't know." "One minute I'm making cold cuts, the next thing I'm out on the floor cold." "You know, maybe Amanda doesn't like pastrami on rye." "Amanda did this?" "Amanda was the only one in here." "We locked ourselves in." "Oh, man." "I think she's having some kind of relapse." "Where could she have gone?" "In her condition, she's so vulnerable." "She can be in danger." "In her condition, society could be in danger right now." "Yeah." "We'd better call Billy, get an APB out." "I just hope she's not in trouble." "And he's off!" "Hi, boys." "Hi, Mom." "Hello, Mother." "I was wondering when you'd get ho" "Guess she didn't get her raise." "Okay, boys, it is time for milk and cookies." "Yay!" "All right." "Get those feet off the furniture." "Oh, yeah." "There you go." "Mm-mm-mm." "Why isn't this thing loaded?" "Loaded?" "See that?" "Hello." "Get me Melrose, please." "This is King here." "Bill?" "Amanda." "Listen, I've been thinking about this Retzig thing." "It's gone way too far." "Pick up on 3." "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am." "I'll send someone right over." "Is this Amanda or John Wayne?" "We gotta nail this sucker and nail him good." "Good, Amanda." "People respect assertiveness." "It's the drug." "She thinks she's taking over the Retzig operation." "Oh, God help us." "I'd better get over there." "Yes, ma'am." "We gotta put more into it, Bill." "We're gonna take no prisoners." "I have some unfinished business at the office." "You gonna be home for supper?" "We're going to Goofy Golf." "We'll see!" "Well, old Bill's getting pretty efficient." "I like that." "Hello." "I believe I've seen you at the agency but we haven't met." "Amanda King." "Logan." "Niles Logan." "Yes, Logan." "Well, drive carefully, won't you?" "Wasn't that Stetson's car?" "Agent Stetson is running backup on this operation." "Ah." "Good." "Good of Melrose to be so on top of it, huh?" "Ha-ha-ha." "Good driving there." "Secure the inside." "I'll wait for Stetson." "Right." "Retzig!" "Let Amanda go!" "She's a civilian." "You've got no quarrel with her." "I make my quarrels with whom I please." "Retzig?" "That's where I saw you." "At the hospital." "Very good, Mrs. King." "Now, let's be cooperative, shall we?" "I don't wanna use this just yet." "How does it feel to be center stage, Mr. Stetson?" "If you're looking at me, try stage right." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I get so confused." "Make that stage left." "Well  isn't this a cozy little group?" "One unarmed agent, one drugged-out civilian and one little bottle of antidote, the object of everyone's attention." "Bring the plans?" "I brought them to the park." "Where were you then?" "Oh, that's too bad." "It doesn't matter." "I've grown tired of this particular game, anyway." "I think it's time I put you both out of your misery." "Stetson, don't!" "Anything you forgot to include in your will?" "Drop it or I'll splatter you all over the stage!" "You irritate me, Mrs. King." "Perhaps you should die first." "Dog meat!" "It's okay, partner." "You won't be needing that anymore." "Good work, Scarecrow." "Bill will be pleased." "Let's get this dirtbag downtown." "Yes, ma'am." "Hello, sir." "Hello, Francine." "Hi." "Well, the antidote worked." "How are you feeling, Amanda?" "Oh, I feel just fine, sir." "I just really don't understand." "You don't remember anything that happened earlier today?" "No, Francine." "I don't remember a thing since the time I ate Lee's sandwich." "Oh." "You're all looking at me awfully strangely." "I certainly hope I didn't do anything embarrassing." "Oh, no." "No." "Everything is just fine, believe me." "Oh, good." "I've got to tidy up a few things." "I've got a report to file." "Oh, look." "You left this at Lee's apartment." "When was I at Lee's apartment?" "Francine." "You know, when you were cleaning up the broken vase you didn't by any chance see a baseball, did you?" "No." "It's a souvenir." "It's been in the family a long time." "Yeah." "I didn't see anything like that." "Sorry." "How could I have lost that?" "Lee?" "Hardball?" "Hmm?" "Yeah." "Ty Cobb's signature?" "Oh, yeah." "You've been keeping it in my purse again." "Ha-ha."