Transcript by Jill
Written by: Jennifer Furlong
Directed by: Rick Jacobson
FADE IN: COMCENT
The She Spies have just completed a workout at the gym on the premises.
D.D.: I love our new headquarters. A gym, a locker room, showers.
CASSIE: I don't know, something about having everything all together like this is a little big brotherish.
SHANE: Or a little still in prisonish.
D.D.: Hey, you don't get a steam and sauna in prison.
CASSIE: Oh how quickly we forget laundry detail.
The elevator opens and a woman steps out.
WOMAN: Oh, hi you guys.
TRIO: Hey. Hi Margaret.
D.D.: I thought you already left.
MARGARET: Oh, I did. I got all the way down to the parking lot before I realized I left my keys in my locker.
D.D.: Oh, don't go home, come out with us.
SHANE: Yeah, we're gonna go clubbin' at Alchemy later.
MARGARET: Oh, well maybe I'll see you there. That's where my date's taking me. I think he might be the one.
SHANE: Oh yeah? I wish I could find the one.
D.D.: If you weren't so picky you could.
SHANE: You think rich, smart and gorgeous is picky?
CASSIE: I don't know, fun fast and disposable's more my speed.
MARGARET: Bye.
D.D.: No! No! No! You just can't go! We need details. Who's the guy?
MARGARET: He is amazing D.D. He fits everything on my list.
D.D.: You have a list?
MARGARET: Ahh, gotta go! Okay? Okay, bye. I'll tell you all about him later okay?!?
D.D.: Okay.
The spies chuckle as they board the elevator.
FADE TO: CLUB ALCHEMY
SHANE: (eyeing the men) Too short, too tall, too fat, toupee.
CASSIE: Oh, come on! There's a million hot guys in here!
SHANE: None of them make my list.
D.D.: You've got a list too? (Shane shrugs) Does everybody have a list?!?
CASSIE: Smart, funny, mysterious, Matt Damon smile, Brad Pitt butt, loves his mom, plays hockey...makes a great martini. (Cassie takes a sip of hers)
D.D.: You're gonna be single for a long time. (Espies Margaret) Hey Margaret! Hey, I thought you were gonna bring your date.
MARGARET: (not so enthusiastic) Hey. Yeah, me too, but, um he never showed up.
D.D.: Maybe he's just late.
CASSIE: Yeah, it's L.A. 7:30 means 7:45.
MARGARET: I don't know...I...um...he just...sounded kind of weird on on the phone and...I think this is just his clever way of dumping me...you know?
SHANE: (sympathetic) Oh.
MARGARET: I gotta go.
Margaret heads for the exit with the spies looking on.
D.D.: You guys, what should we do?
SHANE: The mature thing.
D.D.: And leave her alone?
CASSIE: Hell no. Get her drunk, get her to cough up the jerks address hen go over there and kick his butt!
D.D.: Order more drinks, I'll get her.
A car screeches to a halt in front of Margaret who is waiting for the valet to bring her car around. A masked man grabs her and tosses her into the back.
MAN: Get in!
The spies run over as the car speeds away.
END OF TEASER
Guest Cast for episode three
FADE IN: THE BEACH HOUSE
CASSIE: Margaret doesn't write one name in her journal. Only, he did this to me and he did that to me. While I'm sufficiently turned on, it doesn't help us at all.
D.D.: (at her laptop) Get this, I cross-checked all her recent phone records, the guy who stood her up only called her from pay phones. Who does that?
CASSIE: Kidnappers, serial killers... Scooter McManus. (D.D. gives her a look) Guy who crank called me in fifth grade.
SHANE: (on the phone) We searched her house, we talked to everyone she knows, we have virtually no leads. This guy she was going out with is a phantom. Alright. Got it. (Shane hangs up)
CASSIE: Let me guess, Margaret's position at Comcent is highly sensitive, we can't risk police involvement and it's up to us to find her.
SHANE: Oh my God, you're channeling Cross!
D.D.: There must be something we're missing!
SHANE: Let's just go over everything and make a list.
D.D.: Hey, the list! Margaret said the guy she was dating fit everything on her list.
SHANE: Which we don't have.
CASSIE: No, but we do have her journal and it was pretty specific.. (Cassie reads from it) Her "Mr.Right" is over six feet tall, has an MBA, writes poetry...square dances, isn't hairy and has big hands.
SHANE: (amused) Big hands? Ooh Margaret you player you.
D.D.: Hey, this might be something. (They look at her laptop) Margaret called a dating service.
SHANE: She didn't strike me as the dating sevice type.
CASSIE: She didn't strike me as the boots and bustier type either.
SHANE: Well, maybe she misdialed.
D.D.: (checks) Forty-three times in ninety days?
SHANE: Ooh.
FADE TO: COMCENT
CASSIE: (to Cross) The only lead we have is the guy who stood Margaret up.
D.D.: A guy we think she met through a dating service called 'Hookin' Up'.
CROSS: Margaret doesn't seem like--
D.D.: The dating service type? We know.
SHANE: But you cannot judge a book by its cover.
CASSIE: Do we look like ex-cons?
SHANE: Or spies?
D.D.: Or event planners? (Cross gives her a look) Well okay, maybe event planners.
SHANE: Look, her journal describes the man she was looking for right down to his glove size.
D.D.: Why don't we just call the agency and find out who she was dating?
CROSS: Well if the kidnappers have any ties to this agency we don't want to tip our hand. We don't know who's involved.
CASSIE: Backdoor?
CROSS: You read my mind.
SHANE: (under her breath) Channeling him.
CASSIE: (retorting) You're scaring me.
CROSS: D.D., hack into the computers at the dating agency, get a list of all the members and employees, run background checks, flag anything you see suspicious. Shane, go back to the crime scene, see if there's anything we missed. Cassie, you'll register with the 'Hookin' Up' agency.
CASSIE: (V.O.) I know, and use Margaret's list to find the last man she was dating. God, get out of my head!
FADE TO: THE HOOKIN' UP AGENCY
WOMAN: Okay, great. Now I'm just going to take a quick Polaroid for the board and you can take a seat.
CASSIE: Okay.
WOMAN: Flashing.
She takes the photo.
ANOTHER WOMAN: Welcome singles. We are about to begin the three minute dating circuit so if you plan to pop the breath mint do it now. The love of your life could be across from you at this very moment. (A biker with long hair and a scruffy beard sits down at Cassie's table) So at the sound of the bell you have three minutes to get acquainted, when you hear it again, men, move on. (Polaroid woman hits the bell) Go!
CASSIE: (to biker) Hi! I'm looking for a six-foot tall, non-smoking, square dancer with an MBA, writes poetry, can palm a basketball and is willing to wax. Is that you?
(The biker gives her a look)
FADE TO: ALCHEMY PARKING LOT
Shane checks the pavement then notices the security camera.
FADE TO: COMCENT
D.D. is doing her assigned task when Duncan approaches.
DUNCAN: A dating service? You? D.D...you're a catch, I mean,you're cute, you're funny, you're Harvard educated, computer literate--
D.D.: Duncan...it's for a case. It's not me.
DUNCAN: I...am...justifiably embarrassed.
D.D.: Look at this. I've accessed the membership files, anything seem weird to you?
DUNCAN: Most of then work for the government. What is it, like a dating service for the Pentagon?
D.D.: I'm starting to wonder.
FADE TO: HOOKIN' UP AGENCY
CASSIE: Like poetry? (a bald headed man looks disappointed. The bell rings and the next man sits) MBA? (a shake of his head. Bell. Next) You're six foot-one, have your MBA...do the words DO-SI-DO mean anything to you? (the black urbanite gives her a look. Bell. Next) Smoke?
MAN: No.
CASSIE: Wax?
MAN: Yes.
CASSIE: Big hands?
MAN: Uh...no complaints so far.
CASSIE: (looking up,interested) MBA?
MAN: Got one but I don't use it. I'm back in school getting a degree in classical poetry.
The bell in Cassie's head dings several times.
FADE TO: COMCENT
Cassie is talking to Shane and D.D.
CASSIE: Barry Michael was a match but almost too much of a match, it was weird.
D.D.: How weird?
CASSIE: Well, he matched all of Margaret's preferences right? So I decided to keep going to test how agreeable this guy really was...when I told him I worked for the government, guess what?
SHANE: He was your ideal man too!
CASSIE: Down to the perfect martini.
D.D.: Even played hockey?
CASSIE: He said his big hands help him control the stick.
They enter Cross' office and he drops a Polaroid of Barry Michaels on the desk.
CROSS: Clearly, if any of you told him you worked for the government he'd be your perfect man too.
D.D.: So why don't we just bring him in?
CROSS: Can't. All we have is a theory, nothing to hold him on. But if there is a connection between he and Margaret, well, maybe Cassie can ease it out of him. (Cross presses the intercom button on his phone) Duncan, you ready?
DUNCAN: (O.C.) Yes, sir.
SHANE: Well, did we get anything from the security camera in the club?
CROSS: (leading them out of his office and to Duncan's lab) Analysis was able to lift the license plate off the kidnappers' car. It's registered to a rental company. The customer was a C. Rodriguez, an address in Hollywood.
CASSIE: So you think Barry set her up and this guy grabbed her?
CROSS: (stopping at a table in the lab) I don't know. That's why I want you two to check out this Rodriguez. (He points to Shane and D.D. as Duncan comes over)
D.D.: Oh, cute purse!
SHANE: (eyeing Duncan) Yeah, I don't know if it goes with the shoes.
CROSS: It's for Cassie. Duncan came up with it.
CASSIE: (eyeing the purse) Carl Mancini. Nice.
DUNCAN: Thanks. I called my ex-girlfriend to see what was trendy. Here, put this glass inside.
Duncan gives her the glass and she places it into the purse. They look over to see her thumbprint on the screen and a mugshot appears to identify her.
CASSIE: Okay, you need to warn a girl when that's gonna happen!
DUNCAN: There's a scanner inside that transmits the fingerprints back to Comcent.
CROSS: And we run them for any arrest records.
DUNCAN: That means only the glass inside, nothing else.
D.D.: No powder?
SHANE: No gloss?
CASSIE: No floss?
D.D.: Duncan, these are basic womanly needs.
DUNCAN: (pulling pen and paper from his pocket) Basic woamn's needs. Right. (He starts jotting them down)
SHANE: No wonder his girlfriend's an ex.
DUNCAN: Got it. (deposits pen and paper back into his pocket)
CROSS: Show them the rest.
DUNCAN: Oh, right! There's a high-speed camera in the clasp. Open it and close it and the photo transmits here back to us. Check it out. (he points to the blank screen which shows a photo of the women taken just seconds before) It hold three gigs which means it takes like 5000 snaps!
D.D.: It holds five thousand photos but not one lipstick?
CASSIE: THat's what you get when a guy makes your gadgets.
Duncan reaches for his pen and paper.
CROSS: Don't write that down.
FADE TO: CLUB ALCHEMY
Cassie on a date with Barry.
BARRY: (to waitress) Two more martinis, straight up, olives in both.
WAITRESS: Okay.
BARRY: Thanks.
WAITRESS: Alright. (she walks away)
CASSIE: You're gonna get me drunk.
BARRY: So, when are you going to tell me about this top secret government job you have?
CASSIE: Well, if I told you it wouldn't be top secret would it?
BARRY: Last I heard friends don't keep secrets from friends.
CASSIE: Oh, it's a little early to be throwing around the "F" word isn't it?
BARRY: Well that depends on the "F" word.
FADE TO: STAMP-N-GO P.O.
SHANE: Well, you gotta give Rodriguez credit for using a P.O. as his address.
D.D.: Yeah, I'm starting to think staking out the box to see if the bad guy comes wasn't one of our brightest ideas.
SHANE: You were singing a different tune two hours ago.
D.D.: Two hours ago I hadn't washed back pork rinds, Zots and a Pink Snowball.
SHANE: (noticing old V.W. pull up to the door) Hey, hey,this guy fits our list.
D.D.: We have a bad guy list?
SHANE: Yeah, somebody who drives a car slower than ours and wearing flip-flops so he can't run fast.
D.D.: (using binoculars) Nope. P.O. Box 314. It's not him.
FADE TO: CLUB ALCHEMY
CASSIE: (finishing another martini) So why are you so interested in this job of mine?
BARRY: I'm interested in you, your job is just part of who you are.
CASSIE: Well, it's top secret...and you haven't gotten me nearly drunk enough to tell you about it.
BARRY: Well, I'll get us another round.
He goes to the bar and she puts his glass into the purse.
FADE TO: COMCENT
Cross is looking over some papers when his computer goes off. He hits a button and Barry Michaels mugshot comes up. Cross heads for the door.
FADE TO: STAMP-N-GO P.O.
SHANE: This is such a waste of time!
D.D.: Want to play I Spy?
SHANE: No.
D.D.: Wanna see who can spot Orions Belt first?
SHANE: No, I don't want to play a game.
D.D.: (starts humming then singing) Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer, take-- (she stops seeing Shane's glare) It's not a game...it's a song.
SHANE: (gives her another look then notices a man) Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Check it out.
D.D.: (grabs binoculars) P.O. Box 214! It's midnight, what kind of normal person gets their mail at midnight?
SHANE: (starting car) We're not dealing with normal.
FADE TO: CLUB ALCHEMY
Cassie is drunk.
BARRY: So,this job of yours, why is it so top secret?
CASSIE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am. (she grabs his face) This is a cute, cute face! Do you know who would love this face?
BARRY: Who?
CASSIE: MY friend Margaret Finney. You know she's registered with the Hookin' Up Agency too, have you ever met her?
BARRY: No. Never.
CASSIE: Oh. Well, I gotta go to the little girls room. Hey, order some of those Buffalo Wings, I totally have the munchies. I'll be back in a sec. (Cassie takes her purse and leaves. She calls Comcent) Prints come through?
CROSS: Barry's real name is Jordan Taft, just released from prison, professional con-man.
CASSIE: Not that professional, his blood pressure jumped a mile when I mentioned Margaret. He knows something. (she looks back to their table and sees he is gone) He just ditched me!
END OF ACT ONE
FADE OUT
FADE IN: AN ALLEY
Shane and D.D. have followed Rodriguez there. D.D.'s phone sounds and she reads the text message from Cassie. 'Barry ditched me'
D.D.: Cassie's date took off.
SHANE: It's obvious he's not into long term commitments.
They slip closer to where Rodriguez is waiting and hide as a white car screeches to a stop...
Barry gets out.
BARRY: Hey Carlito, this is getting way out of hand!
SHANE: (whispers) Hey, isn't that Barry?
D.D. nods.
BARRY: I...I...I mean, I'm telling you, they're onto us.
CARLITO: Barry, hey, hey, hey, you need to get a grip kid, okay.
BARRY: I...I don't care. Look, I want out, I want out. Alright?
CARLITO: (half turns) Okay, that's fine with me. You're out!
Carlito shoots him in the chest, the women gasp and he turns thinking he hears something.
They hear him approach but he becomes distracted by sirens near-by. He turns his attention back to the alley a moment later and the women make a run for it, he shoots at them then follows them into a warehouse. Shane kicks the gun pout of his hands but he tosses her and D.D. aside and makes his own escape attempt up a caged ladder.
SHANE: Go! Go! Go!
D.D. starts up after him and he tugs a barrel over to the ladder.
D.D.: Down! Go down!
They quickly descend as the drum is dropped toward them.
SHANE: Jump, D.D. jump!
Shane pulls her to safety as the barrel hits the floor and splatters its green liquid contents.
They see the overhead trapdoor slam close as Carlito escapes.
FADE TO: COMCENT
CASSIE: So Barry's dead?
SHANE: And Rodriguez got away.
D.D.: Looks like we're back to square one.
CROSS: (leading them down the steps) Not necessarily. A womans body washed up on shore just north of Malibu.
D.D.: (struck) Oh my God. Not Margaret.
CROSS: (turns to her) Fortunately not, but she was registered to the 'Hookin' Up' Agency. And she did hold a high security government job similar to Margaret's.
He leads them to the large screen.
SHANE: So what do these women know that's so valuable?
CROSS: Access codes to weapons facilities. The GSA has reported several thefts from the facilities the dead woman had codes to.
CASSIE: So these men are kidnapping women and forcing them to give up the codes.
SHANE: Then they can steal without setting off the alarms.
CROSS: Well the good news is that no thefts have been reported from the facilities Margaret has access to.
D.D.: So she still might be alive. (Cross gives her a less than hopeful look) Until she gives up the codes.
CROSS: We have to go deeper into those dating agencies, see what we can find. (He clicks on the screen and a woman's photo appears) The woman who runs it is Charlotte Hill.
D.D.: So how do we get in?
CROSS: (clicks to another woman's photo) This is Alice White, she's an employee of the 'Hookin' Up' Agency. What Alice doesn't know is...she just got very lucky.
FADE TO: 'HOOKIN' UP' AGENCY
CASSIE: (O.C.) Is this Alice White? You've just won!
ALICE: Are you serious?!? I won? I can't believe it!
CASSIE: (at Comcent) Yes Alice White, you've won the Toothbrush Tour Giveaway and KURZ radio is sending you on an all expenses paid trip around the world. All you gotta do is bring your toothbrush, but to claim this prize you must leave immediately!
ALICE: (flustered) Oh...just... (she hangs up and screams)
FADE TO: D.D. ENTERS THE AGENCY
HILL: Well you can't just quit like this, you have appointments all afternoon.
ALICE: (giddy) I'm sorry Charlotte, I've never won anything, I mean, I can't pass this up. Bye.
She passes D.D. as she hurries out of the building.
HILL: Can I help you?
D.D.: I was hoping you might have an opening...I guess you do.
HILL: PLease tell me you have experience counseling people desperate for love.
D.D.: I used to write the personal adds for a cat lovers' magazine.
HILL: When can you start? (D.D. smiles and follows her to an office) Prepare what we politely refer to as our 'socially challenged singles', basically losers. Whatever you tell them is going to be better than what they're doing. (A dozen or more men are seated there) Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to our newest singles therapist...Dr. D.D. Good luck. (Hill departs)
D.D.: Hi. So...who wants to see me first? (All of their hands go up)
Hill goes to her office...and finds a surprise visitor at her desk...Shane
HILL: Who are you and how'd you get past security?
SHANE: Security's never been a problem for me.
HILL: Well I'm about to make it a problem. Vince, Joe. (Two burly guys walk in)
SHANE: (rising) Barry told me everything. I want in.
HILL: I don't know what you're talking about. (Shane moves to the front of the desk) Get her out of here.
Vince and Joe move towards Shane who puts them down quickly.
SHANE: Like I said, Barry, or should I say Jordan Taft, told me that you target women who know access codes to government weapons facilities.
HILL: How do you know him?
SHANE: (letting the men go) We worked a few scams together.
HILL: I can't use you on this one.
SHANE: Oh sure you can. I'm sure there a men who work for the government who have access codes. I'll go on dates with them,find out if they have any codes then kidnap them. That's the way it works isn't it?
HILL: How do I know I can trust you?
SHANE: Well the way I see it, you really don't have a choice. Then again, (she picks up the phone) it's just as easy to call the cops.
HILL: (cornered) Welcome to 'Hookin' Up'.
END OF ACT TWO
FADE OUT
FADE IN: 'HOOKIN' UP' AGENCY
D.D. is going through their files.
D.D.: (picking up her phone) I found something, Barry was scheduled for a cycling date this afternoon with a government worker named Nicole Benson, but Barry's name has been replaced with a guy named Carlito Rodriguez.
CASSIE: (in Cross' office as he brings up Nicole Benson on his computer) C. Rodriguez, the guy who shot Barry.
D.D.: And guess who his last date was with, that poor girl who was found dead in Malibu.
CROSS: Nicole Benson has access to a weapons storage facility.
CASSIE: But Rodriguez won't know what she looks like since they never met.
CROSS: You up for another date?
CASSIE: I haven't been this popular since my dad had me running numbers in high school.
FADE TO: AIRPORT HANGAR
MAN: (carrying a heavy box to another man) Got it? Good.
MARGERET: (tied to a chair) Please Carlito, I don't know any codes. Really.
CARLITO: That's not what you told Barry.
MARGERET: He lied. Can I have some water please?
Carlito puts the water bottle to her lips then throws it and grabs her neck.
CARLITO: I want you to tell me exactly what-- (his phone rings and he walks away to answer it) Yeah? Well she claims she doesn't know anything.
HILL: She's lying! She specifically told Barry she had access to a weapons facility! Keep hammering her!
CARLITO: Listen, I'm telling you that the Feds are onto us, okay! I mean now is the time that we split!
HILL: Being onto us and catching us are two different things. Look, Barry was scheduled for a date with a woman who has access to an armory, I've scheduled you to take his place.
CARLITO: Alright. Yeah.
FADE TO: THE BEACH
Cassie is waiting on a bike by a water stand.
CROSS: (O.C.) Nicole Benson was scheduled to meet Rodriguez near Lifeguard Tower 10 in Waterston Park, we were able to intercept her, you'll take her place and get a copy of Rodriguez's prints. If we can find out who he is maybe we'll find something that leads to Margaret.
DUNCAN: (running the water stand) There are 38 contact points on this bottle, we just need him to make contact with one of them so I'd leave it right here...(he puts it down) aah, no, it's too suspicious...
CASSIE: Duncan, relax, I know it's your first field assignment,we'll get the prints, don't worry.
Carlito rides up.
CARLITO: Hi. Nicole?
CASSIE: Yeah? Do I know you?
Duncan puts the water bottle back so as not to arouse his suspicion.
CARLITO: I'm Carlito. Unfortunately Barry can't make it so the agency sent me. (Cassie looks him over) I...I know it's disappointing but uh...but Charlotte said we have a lot in common. I love sushi,romantic comedies--
CASSIE: Cycling.
CARLITO: Right, right, so...what do you say? Want to give it a shot, once around the park?
CASSIE: Yeah, why not? Buy me a drink first?
CARLITO: Sure. You're a little bit taller than Charlotte said you were.
CASSIE: Is that a problem?
CARLITO: No, I've always liked long legs. Two waters please. (Duncan nods, careful to place the fingerprint one out for him) Here you go, keep the change. (Duncan and Cassie exchange a look as they notice Carlito is wearing driving gloves that cover his whole hand thus leaving no chance of getting prints from him with the bottle) To a great first date.
CASSIE: (taps her bottle to his) Cheers.
CARLITO: Cheers.
FADE TO: 'HOOKIN' UP' AGENCY
HILL: (showing Shane a polaroid) His cholesterol's through the roof, his ticker's on the blink and he's got shingles.
SHANE: (sarcastically) Stop, you're making me hot.
HILL: Yeah, the goal is to get him hot so he'll open up about the access codes. He's a senior security guard for a stinger missile facility.
SHANE: If he does have the codes, where do I take him?
HILL: Call me, we'll come down and make the grab.
SHANE: So what kind of date is this gonna be?
HILL: The skimpy kind.
FADE TO: A BAR
A man is sitting at the bar stirring his drink and waiting for his date, he sees Shane and gapes.
SHANE: Eli?
ELI: Shane...is uh...is that all you?
SHANE: Everything you see is the genuine original.
ELI: (pats his leg) Why don't you uh, come here and sit down?
SHANE: (slides onto a stool) As tempting as that is I think I'll start right here.
ELI: Listen uh, I gotta let you know right up front I...I'm a little bit nervous.
SHANE: Why? There's nothing to be nervous about.
ELI: Yeah well, most women don't respond well to my dating profile.
SHANE: I can't believe that. Now what woman wouldn't want to be with a man who enjoys going to cemetaries and baking his own cheetohs and frying his own deer meat?
ELI: Why I'm tellin' ya why I'm still single I'll never know.
SHANE: Even your job as a career security guard for the government... God, it's so sexy, I mean...being around all those big scary weapons and...gosh, it just makes me hot thinking about it...
ELI: You like big weapons come on over. (he pats his leg again)
SHANE: I think we should just get to know each other a litle better first.
ELI: Listen, I promise, you come over here and we'll get to know each other real fast.
SHANE: Tell you what, I'll get up off this chair if you answer two questions. One answer I stand up, second answer I'll sit on your lap. And all you have to do is say yes or no.
ELI: (anxiously) Deal!
SHANE: Do you know any classified information at your job?
ELI: You bet! Come on baby, this lap's open for business!
SHANE: (forcing another smile) I thought we said two questions.
ELI: (crestfallen) Yeah, you'd better hurry up sweetheart, my weapon's already on countdown mode.
SHANE: (standing) Fine. Can you get me into that missile facility you work for?
ELI: Baby, I can get you in, out, and anywhere you wanna go, come to papa!
Shane keeps the smile plastered on her face as she slides over to him.
SHANE: So, tell me a little bit more about this missile facility-- Eli? Eli? Eli? Hey! Hey! Don't! No! No! Come on Eli not now!
Eli falls to the floor clutching his chest.
FADE TO: THE BEACH HOUSE
CASSIE: You know what I love in my martini? Olives.
CARLITO: (brings the drinks over) Not me. I think that olives ruin the taste.
In an exterior shot we see an SUV sitting a few yards from the house.
CASSIE: Oh, a great martini's a sensory thing for me.
DUNCAN: (he and Cross are watching and listening in the SUV) Hmm...sounds a little tinny. I should have used that digital subwoofer.
CROSS: This isn't the Hollywood Bowl, it's fine.
CASSIE: Martini glass, icy cold vodka, sucking the red stuff out of the olives...
CARLITO: Where do you...keep these...olives?
CASSIE: The fridge. (Carlito goes to the fridge while Cassie dumps his drink in the planter and puts the glass in her purse) Ah shoot, I spilled your drink, I'll uh, make you another one.
CARLITO: (O.C.) I don't see the olives.
CASSIE: Check the door.
The glass is too big and the purse won't close, Cassie leaves it and heads to the kitchen.
CROSS: (seeing the comptuter alternate between the prints and images in the house) What the hell is happening?!?
DUNCAN: The purse is jammed. It's trying to read the print while the camera is taking pictures.
CROSS: (gets static in his ear) We just lost audio. Damn!
CARLITO: (as Cassie gets him another drink) Well...sorry to say... no olives.
CASSIE: Aw...too bad.
CARLITO: (sitting next to her on the couch) When we were cycling, you mentioned this job of yours...it sounds like you have a lot of power. ( he plays with her hair) And I find that... very attractive.
DUNCAN: (seeing them on screen) The camera's taking shot after shot. Everything you see happened a few seconds ago.
Cross is not happy with what he's seeing.
CASSIE: Look, I've had a really good time tonight but I've got to get up really early tomorrow so...
CARLITO: Listen, listen, five more minutes, please? Please? (he kisses her hand then her neck) Because I'm absolutely intrigued by what you have in that beautiful head of yours.
DUNCAN: (disgusted) She's letting him kiss her.
CROSS: (gritting his teeth) It's just business.
CASSIE: Carlito...
He kisses her some more then drops a pill into her martini glass.
END OF ACT THREE
FADE OUT
FADE IN: THE BEACH HOUSE
Cassie sees Carlito drug her drink via the mirror.
CROSS: What was that?
DUNCAN: I...
CROSS: He did something with his hand, what was that?!?
DUNCAN: I missed it, I missed it.
CASSIE: Seriously, I really do have to get up early tomorrow.
CARLITO: Alright. A toast. (he picks up his glass) To a promise of things to come. (they drink) Um, do you, do have a have a bottle of water I can take for the road?
CASSIE: (faking wooziness) Um, sure, in the fridge.
Carlito observes the drugs "effect" on her then goes to get the water, as he heads to the kitchen he glimpses a light blinking on the purse.
CROSS: Something's got his attention.
DUNCAN: Oh, no...
CROSS: (realizing) He spotted it! (Cross watches Carlito walk to his coat and reach into his pocket) What's he doing? (they watch the seconds old images) GUN! (Cross leaps from the SUV and runs for the house pulling his own weapon)
CARLITO: You know Nicole...even though you remain a woman of mystery... (he aims his gun at her) I've had a wonderful time this evening.
Cassie knocks the weapon away as it goes off. Cross pulls the door open and sees them face to face then Carlito slides to the floor, shot.
CROSS: Are you okay?
CASSIE: (shaken) Yeah, he almost shot me but I heard the click of the gun.
Cross takes the weapon from her as Duncan runs in.
CROSS: Call the paramedics.
DUNCAN: (turns for the door) Yes, sir. Cassie are you alright?
CASSIE: (still shaken) I'm okay Duncan.
FADE TO: 'HOOKIN' UP AGENCY
D.D.: Personally Walter, I think it's great that your biggest turn on is writing Haiku, but this is a dating service, if it was the inside that mattered we'd take an x-ray not a polaroid. Here's the name of a good salon (she gives him a card) tell them Dr. D.D. sent you.
FADE TO: THE BEACH HOUSE
Carlito is put on a stretcher
MEDIC ONE: Got it?
MEDIC TWO: Yeah.
They take him away.
DUNCAN: (holding purse) I'm...really sorry Cassie. I didn't take into account the circumference of some martini glasses--
CASSIE: (still shaken) Duncan, it's okay.
Cross looks at him.
DUNCAN: (leaving) I'll work on...modifying it.
CROSS: What did you think you were doing?!?
CASSIE: It's called the con. I pretended like the drug worked to see what he'd do next.
CROSS: And you almost got yourself killed!
CASSIE: I was trying to get as much information as possible. That was the assignment.
CROSS: (angrily) No. The assignment was to get the fingerprints. This was about you enjoying the con so much that you put yourself in jeopardy!
CASSIE: (defensively) I was trying to end the date. But when he dropped the pill. I figured if...that he thought I was drugged he might be willing to give up more information.
CROSS: (sarcastically) Oh right, so that's why you...you kissed him!
CASSIE: He kissed me. And it was a choice I made to end the date on a believable note so he wouldn't get spooked. But that was the plan right? Unless this is about something else. (Cassie studies him looking for any clue)
CROSS: (straightens his tie falling back into professional mode) From this point forward...I suggest you consider your choices more carefully.
He leaves and she's left wondering about his reaction.
FADE TO: 'HOOKIN' UP' AGENCY
SHANE: Eli's gonna be okay, he's in the I.C.U. How did Rodriguez do?
HILL: (looking at her cell) I haven't heard from him, he's missed his last two check-in calls, something's wrong. (She punches a couple of numbers)
SHANE: Who are you calling?
HILL: We're holding a girl, it's time to get rid of her, I'm gonna close down the operation. (Shane grabs the phone) What are you doing?
SHANE: Stopping you from making a huge mistake. Think about it, how much are those missiles worth?
HILL: Five million on the open market.
SHANE: Forget the codes, I can break in.
HILL: Yeah, well, anybody can break in, it's the alarms we're worried about.
SHANE: (non-plussed) There might be some risk.
HILL: Some?!?
SHANE: Look, there's a good chance that I can get past the alarms... and for five million, isn't that a risk worth taking?
HILL: It would be a great last score.
END OF ACT FOUR
FADE OUT
FADE IN: COMCENT
CROSS: (on phone) Right. (Hangs up then turns to Cassie and D.D.) Looks like a stinger missile facility got hit a few hours ago. Security's reporting forced entry.
D.D.: That wasn't the plan, she was supposed to get the codes and we follow her to the drop-off point.
CASSIE: Something must have gone wrong, she must be improvising.
DUNCAN: (approaching) I got a match on Rodriguez, he's got a record and an alias.
CROSS: (looking at it) His alias shows ownership of a warehouse near the airport.
D.D.: Perfect place to stash weapons.
CROSS: Go.
FADE TO: AIRPORT WAREHOUSE
Two black Hum-vees pull inside where Charlotte Hill awaits.
Shane climbs out of the first one and walks to the back.
HILL: How'd it go?
SHANE: (showing her the missiles) You tell me.
HILL: Nice work. Okay, let's get the rest of this stuff loaded up on the truck.
Shane wanders away and pulls out her cell phone.
CROSS: Notify authorities at the airport, get a chopper out there. (His phone rings, he pulls it out and sees the number and answers) Shane? Where the hell have you been?!?
SHANE: (whispers) They've been all over me, this is the first time I could call.
CROSS: They've got Margaret.
SHANE: I know, but she's here someplace, listen I'm at a par--"
Shane is knocked unconscious by Hill and another man.
CROSS: Shane? Shane? Shane!
HILL: Breaking up is so hard to do. She's probably a Fed, we gotta get out of here. Get ready to torch the place.
Shane, tied to Margaret,starts to come around.
MARGERET: Shane? Shane? Shh!
SHANE: Margaret?
MARGERET: They're gonna kill us.
SHANE: Margaret don't worry, we'll get out of here.
MARGERET: It was Barry. He was lying the whole time. I shouldn't have trusted him.
SHANE: Oh girl, with a cute guy a lie always sounds like the truth.
Hill and her henchman appear.
HILL: Slumber party's over girls. (The henchman picks up a gas can) Use a lot of that, the fire's gotta be hot enough to burn the ropes to make it look like an accident.
Cassie and D.D. sneak up as Hill walks away and the henchman spreads the gasoline. D.D. takes him out then unties the women.
MARGERET: Oh, D.D.!
D.D.: Are you alright? Are you okay?
MARGERET: Yeah.
The hencman comes too.
SHANE: Get Margaret out of here.
D.D. hustles her away as Shane takes on the man.
D.D.: (getting Margaret out of the way) Are you okay?
MARGERET: Yeah.
D.D. Wait here. (She goes to help her friends)
Cassie stops Hill.
CASSIE: Sorry lady, those missiles have a return policy.
HILL: Boys, get her!
Cassie punches Hill then takes on the two men.
Hill recovers then pulls a military rifle and aims at Cassie, D.D.jumps her and they fight.
The spies come out the victors as Hill looks over her shoulder defeated.
D.D.: (standing with Shane and Cassie) If you're gonna steal the toys, you'd better be willing to play.
END OF ACT FIVE
FADE OUT
FADE IN: CLUB ALCHEMY
SHANE: (as two men walk past) There's a lot of things on my list here.
D.D.: Oh God, not the list thing again!
CASSIE: Well you have to know what you want in order to get it.
D.D.: I hate that, then there's no surprises.
SHANE: Not true, remember, he has a list too.
D.D.: So?
SHANE: So, it's where you compromise you get the surprises. When two lists become one.
D.D.: Why was I assigned to be the love counselor?
SHANE: Why'd you bring that thing?
CASSIE: (looking at the purse) Oh...um...Duncan told me to take it out on a field test, plus it matches my shoes.
D.D.: There's Margaret, oh,she's with Walter, one of my patients.
SHANE: (checking out the good looking guy) He needed love counseling?
D.D.: You should have seen the before picture.
MARGERET: D.D.! Hi! (She runs over and they hug)
D.D.: You two are dating?
MARGERET: Yeah, I met him at a singles mixer for government employees.
D.D.: Gee that sounds...fun.
MARGERET: (giddily) Yeah, he's really cute...but you know the best part? He told me that I talk too much.
D.D.: And that's a good thing?
MARGERET: Yeah, because he's honest. You know and after Barry that is so exactly what I needed.
D.D.: That's great. Hey, you really want to heat things up?
MARGERET: Yeah.
D.D.: Ask him to write some Haiku. (D.D. walks away leaving Margaret a little stumped) Where's Cassie?
SHANE: Found someone to dance with.
D.D.: That's it, I'm making a list!
SHANE: I thought you were all into surprises.
D.D.: I'm over it! I want someone conservative, with dark hair, green eyes, oh, and a professional. Someone who wears a suit to work every day...(gasps looking up) Check out the bartender.
SHANE: (glancing his way) He fits nothing on your list.
D.D.: Yes but, he's surprisingly cute.
D.D. hurries over to him while Shane wanders away leaving Cassie's purse on the bar where it is taking pictures. The images appear on a screen and Cross is watching Cassie dance with a man.
She looks directly at the camera and Cross smiles slightly and shuts the computer off. He reaches over, picks up a martini glass that contains the drink with two olives and looks at it thoughtfully.
END OF ACT SIX
FADE OUT
THE END