Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

Get off the babysitter.

Daddy's home.

What is an Angel doing so far from Heaven?

I'm no Angel.

This is hostel, yeah?

I'm good at the bull, no?

Marshal Ray Carter? I'm Alex Munday.

I'll be your rescuer today.

I didn't think you'd find me.

How many men do you have?

I've got two girlfriends in the bar.

They have 50 armed men.

I know. It hardly seems fair.

Come on.

- What is it?

- My ribs.

Dylan? Dylan,

we need to get out of here.

I'm on top of it.

- They got my ring.

- I'm sure your wife will understand.

Kill them!

Kill them all!

Plan B.

Just once, I'd like to walk out of a bar.

Let's go!

Now!

- Get in!

- You got him?

Dylan!

Go for it!

- Dylan!

- I'm trying!

I'm afraid I underestimated you guys.

Yeah.

That happens a lot.

It was three girls!

Three crazy beautiful girls.

But we have the ring.

I always knew this day would come...

Let's go to plan B.

Once upon a time, there were three

very different little girls.

Come on, Alex. This is the last pass.

You can do it!

Harder! Harder! Harder!

I want you! I want you now!

Who grew up to be three very different women.

No.

Okay.

You, hot water.

Here it goes. Here it goes.

There we go.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Perimeter secure.

We're ready for takeoff.

Well done, Agent McDowell.

Hey, check this out.

Our first piece of mail.

- Your 10-year high-school reunion.

- It'll be a fun night, Nat.

- Isn't that cool?

- It's great.

I still can't believe Nat and Pete

are moving in together.

- Our little Angel's growing up.

- It's wild that Natalie owns property.

The most expensive thing I own are these boots.

- Excuse me. Those are my boots.

- Whatever. My point is--

I forgot my point.

You're broke, horny and wearing my boots.

Thank you.

So you thought you could escape my fortress.

Not so fast.

- Oh, my God! Jason.

- Surprise.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

That was fun.

Fun. Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- I miss you. Look--

What are you doing later, after this?

Later on?

Jason, I thought we were

on a time-out.

What? We can't fool around at all?

Hey, Jason.

I didn't think you'd make it.

Yeah, the photo shoot ran late. Plus,

I wanted to miss all the heavy stuff.

- Hey, Jason.

- Hey.

- How's the sequel going?

- Great.

We had, like, 13 writers,

so it should be pretty good.

- I loved the first one.

- Yeah, it was great.

Sorry. We got a great title for this

one:
Maximum Extreme-2.

The premiere's Friday, so I brought you tickets.

I love tickets!

- Hello?

- Yeah?

- Be right in.

- Thanks.

Sorry.

- Thanks for helping out, Jason.

- Yeah, yeah.

Charlie.

Bosley!

What's happening, Angels?

How y'all doing?

- Hey.

- Hey, Bos.

Look here. I see my brother

ain't checked the books in a while.

We have a book?

Look here, lovelies, I only been here

a few days, but will you explain...

...what the hell is this?

Now, what--?

Careful with that, Bos.

I'm all right.

And I also see y'all being played.

Five G's for a Kevlar vest?

- We need those.

- They're made especially for us.

What? You all fine, but you crazy.

What?

Bosley, come here.

- Have a seat, Bos.

- Okay.

- Bos.

- What?

B.

Your brother didn't sweat the details.

- We do what it takes.

- Right.

So, what does a Bosley do around here?

- He does the most important job of all.

- What's that?

He connects us with Charlie.

Okay. All right. All right.

- Good morning, Angels.

- Good morning, Charlie.

Bosley, I hope the Angels

aren't being too rough on you.

Man, please. I date fat women.

What are you talking about?

Great work in Mongolia, Angels...

...but I'm afraid the case

has taken a new turn.

Goddamn! What the f--?

Look-- Look--

I know where I'm watching

the game at tonight. Look at that.

Angels, I'd like to introduce Roger

Wixon, senior director of the FBI.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Over the years, the Townsend Agency...

...has worked on projects

for the bureau...

...but never one with so many

innocent lives at stake.

Hey, I'm busy watching that doggone screen.

Good job, Bos.

Angels, you're aware of the Federal

Witness Protection Program.

People who testify

against major crime figures...

...are relocated

and given new identities.

The identities of these witnesses are

protected by a program called HALO:

Hidden Alias List Operation.

The list is encrypted on two titanium rings.

The data on each ring is

indecipherable on its own...

...but when they are read together,

their codes unlock each other.

Who wears the rings?

The head of the U.S. Marshal Service

was wearing one.

- Ray Carter.

- Good morning.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Couple of fractured ribs, but I'll live.

Who wears the other ring?

The head of security for the Justice

Department, William Rose Bailey.

Unfortunately, he was killed this morning.

- Now both rings are in the open.

- So the list is out.

Someone's contacted the major

crime families offering to sell the list.

One of our protected witness, Alan Caufield...

...was found dead at home

in the Valley.

Angels, we need to get the HALO

rings back before the list is sold.

- We'll start at the Caufield house.

- See if that leads us to HALO.

Hey, Charlie, we could really use

Bosley's help on this one.

- Get to drive the racecar?

- Not today.

- Blow up a castle?

- Not yet, Bos.

Well, what do y'all need me to do?

- Read some body language.

- Hell, yeah.

I'm not going nowhere near no dead body.

Freeze, ladies. If you're not a dead

body, other side of the ropes.

We got a serious situation here.

My men have the area secure.

I have to ask you to evacuate immediately.

We got a 211, a 183, believe it or not,

we got an 11-350, and it ain't pretty.

An 11-350? You found an illegal

chinchilla ranch on the premises?

It's a chinchilla farm.

But you're good.

Negatory to orders to relinquish locality.

Circumspect to your observation...

...we'll proceed to the interior of the

dwelling with your accompaniment.

Well, I do not copy. Repeat, do not

copy. I'll have to ask my sergeant.

Your sergeant is here.

Hands off.

If you had your game faces on at the

academy, you ought to figure this out.

Simple caf coronary.

Freak show choked to death.

Questions?

Examination of soft palate reveals

porcine byproduct...

...lodged in vestibule.

Okay, let's do this. Come on, baby.

Caufield shows no signs of trauma to the larynx.

His struggle pattern indicates

that he didn't choke.

He was smothered.

Ladies, we got some carnauba residue.

Pineapple.

Oh, it's Sex Wax. Best for your stick.

Pardon me?

- The killer's a surfer.

- How do you know?

He used the credit card he uses

to scrape wax off his board...

...to gain entry into the house.

Thrasher scumbag surfers.

Freeze!

I found a foreign print. He was wearing

reissued 1989 Air Jordans.

A limited promotional version sold...

...only at the Foot Locker

in Fontana, in the summer of 2002.

There's a discrepancy in weight distribution...

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