Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle Page #3

- I sent him to prison.

O'Grady.

You're out.

O'Grady, what about your belongings?

So if I have these, she'll find me?

- The O'Gradys killed my parents.

- What?

Sorry, Max.

I testified against them.

Wait a second. Alan Caufield.

He testified against the O'Gradys.

That's it. The O'Gradys must have

HALO. This is our one lead.

The Thin Man.

- Our favorite assassin.

- That's right.

- This needs to go get analyzed.

- Yes, let's get up in there and do that.

Let me see it.

Yeah, I know exactly what this is.

I have one.

The nuns gave it to us at the orphanage.

Orphanage.

- Good work.

- Max is in our protective custody now.

- It's up to us to keep him safe.

- Hey, I know the safest place in town.

Listen, don't you worry about a thing.

No O'Grady ever set foot

in South Central. Can you dig it?

- Yeah.

- This is my mama house.

Rule number one:
Don't look

her in the eye. Understand?

Or she'll pop. Can you dig it?

- Bosley.

- Yes, ma'am?

You get over here.

Hey, Mama.

- What kind of trouble you in now?

- I'm not in any trou-- Yes, ma'am.

- Come on.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Look at those knockers.

- Boys!

Mother superior will see you now.

Mother, do you recognize this man?

Of course I know who he is.

We called him Anthony,

after St. Anthony of Padua...

...healer of the mute.

Please come forward.

Please, girls.

But his real name, like so much

about him, was a mystery.

He came to us when he was 7.

He was found wandering in the hills,

living off roots and insects.

We believe his family was in

a Romanian circus troupe...

...who died in a terrible fire.

Although the doctors could find

nothing physically wrong...

...he never spoke a word.

And there were other idiosyncrasies.

He was a painfully shy child...

...until it came time

for his monthly haircut.

Then one morning, he was simply gone.

The Thin Man was protecting Max.

So you're saying this man is the sole

benefactor of your orphanage?

Yes, he really is an angel.

Mother, have you had contact with him since?

Well, not really that much...

...except for the odd haircut

now and then.

But he does send gifts.

Like this morning.

- Emmers' car.

- That is a nice ride.

An original 1967

numbers-matching GTO.

- Thorn Birds.

- I know.

Bird poo.

What order did you girls

say you were from again?

- Larus californicus.

- California gull.

Fecal matter consists mostly

of scaly clypeiform.

Sardines that fed on large brown algae, I'd say.

There's also traces of tanker fuel

and storm-water runoff as well.

Sea gulls, tankers, storm water.

San Pedro Harbor.

- Who are you?

- What?! Wait.

- What?

- Who are you?

Oh, Jason Gibbons.

The actor.

Maybe you've seen Maximum Extreme.

No.

- It was such a big movie.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm Alex's boyfriend.

- Alex's boyfriend.

Yeah. Well, technically,

we're on what she calls a time-out.

- What does that mean?

- Exactly. Thank you.

Yeah. I gotta say, you must be

the world's most understanding father.

- Why?

- All the wild stuff she does.

When I first met Alex,

I thought she was a bikini waxer.

It was months before I knew about Charlie.

Who's Charlie?

Merkin.

That was the name of Seamus' pit bull.

Armed guards.

Security looks pretty tight.

This dock is like a fortress.

ID badges.

I think cargo's our best bet.

- Townsend Agency.

- Bos, recon incoming.

- Got you, baby.

- Yeah, check the photo.

That's our man.

The Treasure Chest.

- Do a little dance.

- Make a little love.

Get down tonight.

- There he is, first table on the right.

- Yeah, baby!

Hold.

- Paddy O'Malley?

- Top of the morning to you.

You know, you just don't look much

like any Paddy I've ever seen before.

Ain't never heard of no black Irish?

- Black Irish?

- That's right.

Who do you think invented

the McRib, Lucky Charms, huh?

- Shamrock Shake? That's ours.

- Give me your papers.

- What?

- Your papers.

Let me tell you...

...you got nerve to ask me

about my papers.

My family suffered, man, for lack of potatoes.

Foot-and-mouth disease.

Canker sores. Circumcision.

- Circumcision?

- Right, my wife just had a set of twins.

- Both leprechauns.

- Leprechauns?

Get a whiff.

Irish Spring.

You don't believe that,

wipe your ass with a four-leaf clover.

McGinty!

Get this stuff on the ship.

- Tough, eh?

- That was heavy.

I say we should take a break.

Wait a second.

I smell a rat.

This ring is pure platinum.

The HALO rings are titanium.

HALO data chips should be weightless...

...surrounded by a hollow core

that prevents thermal induction.

If the density of the object...

...is less than that of the substance

in which it is immersed...

It floats.

There they are.

I'm sure Helen Zaas was great,

but I just can't imagine life...

...without Dylan Sanders.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Cheers to that.

What's the rush, Helen?

You've only been here five minutes.

Now, I've waited for you before.

Matter of fact, I've waited for you 2920 days.

That's 417 weeks.

That's 96 months.

That's eight years.

Enough about me.

What about you, Helen?

How have you been?

Seamus.

I see you still got a nice arse on you.

You got a lot of nerve stealing from me.

- Stealing back's more like it.

- Give us the rings.

Give us the rings.

Give us the rings!

Don't lose those.

We'll be taking them back in about...

...48 seconds.

I've been dreaming one day

I'd get to see you again...

...and watch you die.

Keep dreaming.

Lights. Somebody get the lights!

Seamus.

Seamus!

You know I always like it with the light on.

- You don't know me anymore.

- I'm the only one here who knows you.

Wait, wait, wait!

I've got to say, Helen,

I've never wanted you more.

- Always wanting what you can't have.

- Yeah?

I'll have you any way I want.

I got the rings.

Let's get out of here!

Don't let them get away!

Got it?

Come on, now!

Let's go.

Dylan, let's go.

You can't hurt me anymore, Helen.

I'm gonna teach you and your friends about pain.

I'm gonna kill them

just so you can hear them scream.

Dylan!

I got the rings.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Hit it.

I know who did it.

Hot damn it, I know who did it.

Col. Mustard,

in the dining room, with a lead pipe.

- Col. Mustard?

- Give me that.

- Col. Mustard?

- I said, Col. Mustard...

...in the dining room,

with a lead pipe.

- Go ahead and look in there.

- Why don't you look.

Col. Must--

- Col. Mustard?

- Right.

Col. Mustard? Col. Mustard?

It's Professor Plum...

...in the conservatory,

with a candlestick.

That's right. You got it right.

- Damn!

- How the hell you know that?

We took in one just like him

a long time ago, remember?

Yeah, Mama, I remember.

You gave my room away.

You were the cock?

I was the beaver.

What are the chances that we were both mascots?

- Unbelievable.

- Oh, God.

It's like we were made for each other.

The best I can figure it is,

the clients contact Charlie directly.

Okay, then he phones the girls.

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