Charlie's Angels (2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - Angels in Paradise - full transcript

Angels,
/ received a cell from an old friend.

His daughter,
son-in-law, and grandkids

were sailing in the Caribbean

when their yacht was
hijacked by pirates.

When did this happen?

Four hours ago.

Talk about a vacation killer.

Pulling up the case file now.

The ringleader
is Frederick Mercer.

He's wanted in connection
with over 20 kidnappings

from Buenos Aires
to the Bahamas.



Has he issued a ransom demand?

$5 million for the safe
return of the Weber family.

I told him my Angels were
the answer to his prayer.

We're on it, Charlie.

Good luck.

Eve, Bos. We have the ransom.
Are you in position?

BOSLEY". Gotcha, Angels.
I've got eyes on the boa.

What do you see?

Five pirates, all armed.

No sign of the Weber family.

They must be holding
them below deck.

You two should drop in.
We'll see you there shortly.

All right, Abbs.

You drive.



Blue skies, crystal clear
waters, and gun-toting pirates...

Just another day in paradise.

Abby-Thank you.

All right, you want to go over
the yacht schematics again?

Got it up here.

You good weapon-wise?

Yeah.

How about our air tanks?

3,000, both tanks.

I won't let you down, Bos.

Let's do this.

J°Oh

Here they come.

Escort them up.

Just make sure
it stays in focus, Jenkins.

I like to capture all the fun.

Okay, Abby. We're in posit/on.

Get on board and find the Weber.

I'm gonna go st the diversion.

You don't look like
kidnap-and-rescue specialists.

And you don't look
like Johnny Depp.

Disappointment abounds.

Pretty face, sharp tongue...
Never a good combo.

Maybe you should stick around

and the boys can teach
you some manners.

Where are the Webers?

You know the drill.

Transfer the money first,
then you get the hostages.

We need proof of life.

Of course.

Hey, Theo.

Mommy and daddy and sis
are alive, right?

Mmm-hmm.

Look at that face.
Would the kid lie?

I need the bank account details.

Do everything I say and we
will get you out of here.

BOSLEY ".
Diversion's in place.

- My son Theo...
- They have him.

Ladies, the Webers' son...
Do you have him?

Why don't you let the boy
out of the chest?

He's fine.
What's the glitch?

Theo's okay.
You guys, stay here.

Don't move until we
come and get you.

Technical difficulty.
Next time you hijack a yacht,

do it someplace with a
better satellite footprint.

Bos, time to blow this party.

Copy that.

Angels five, pirates zero.

Get the kid.
I'll keep an eye out for Mercer.

Let's go.

Hey, buddy.
Cool hiding place, Theo.

Thanks.
Come on.

You okay?

Yeah? You want to go downstairs
and see your parents?

You're gonna
make their day. Huh?

Come on, buddy.

Bos, any sign of him?

No. Mercer's gone.

Once upon a time,
there were three young womn

who got into very big trouble.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

CHARUE". The Webers are on a
plane back to San Francisco.

Well done, Angels.

We got Theo's thank-you note.

I thought you'd like tha.

Ohh.

We are framing this.

Oh, look.

Bos, check it out.

I see you three.
Where am I?

Sorry, Bos.
I guess he ran out of crayons.

Story of my life.
Perfect.

Angels, this thing isn't over.

While he's unaccounted for,

my contacts say
Mercer is very much aliv.

I'm surprised none of
his men gave him up

in exchange for immunity.

None of them ever worked
with Mercer before this job.

He constantly changes crews,

kills the ones
who get out of line.

He is' ruthless, organized,
and only goes after big scores.

Guys, he has blood on his hands,

and we let him slip right
through our fingers.

Well, not exactly.
Take a look at this.

It's footage from the smart card

I recovered from
the pirate's camcorder.

Check it out.

Charlie, I'm sending you
a real-time link now.

Thank you, John.

Uh, why exactly are we
watching pirate torture porn?

Yeah.

Well, that's not
the interesting part.

Abby, can you fast-forward?

Got it.

On the same tape,

I found surveillance
footage of these two.

From the body language,
I'd say they're mother and son.

No wedding ring,
so she's divorced.

Miami dealer plates
mean they're locals.

Any idea who they are?

If they are in
Mercer's crosshairs,

they're going f0 be our
besz' way 0f faking him down.

You need to find them, Angels.

The car is
registered to Jennifer Rice.

Her son Wyatt is a junior
at Coral Gables High School.

He's also
a world-class polo player...

Not exactly your average
middle class activity.

The mom's photo
is driving me nuts.

I recognize her face

from my days in Manhattan's
social shark tank.

An old friend?

No, and the name doesn't
ring a bell, either.

Maybe she changed it.

Huh.

I'll run her through
the NYC DMV.

Does Lisa Hanson ring a bell?

She's the wife of disgraced
New York banker Michael Hanson.

They were page six fodder
for months.

He was accused of using
his blue chip firm

of laundering $100 million for
a who's who of organized crime.

Lisa is the one who
turned him in to the Feds.

Well, how many life
sentences did he get?

None.

About a week before his trial,

he decided to take
an 80-story swan dive

from his office
onto Wall Street.

- Ouch.
- Uh-huh.

Mercer must think she has access
to her late husband's money.

That would certainly
be a big score.

Time to go tell Lisa that her
past may have caught up with her.

Look, I changed my name
and moved down here

so I can give Wyatt
a fresh start.

Things had gotten so
out of hand in New York,

he couldn't even go to school
without being harassed.

Sometimes the Big Apple can
turn rotten on you overnight.

You sound like
you know firsthand.

Born and raised
on the Upper East Side,

corner of Vicious and Versace.

We think Mercer's
after your husband's money.

You know, people think
that Michael hid a fortune

in some secret offshore
account somewhere.

The truth is, he left us broke.

I don't even know how I'm gonna
get Wyatt through college.

Polo isn't exactly cheap.

Wyatt got a scholarship from
the Sunset Beach Polo Club.

He's really good.

Until we're able
to track Mercer,

our boss Charlie has offered to
put you both up in a safe house.

Oh...

Safe house?

Mom, what's going on?

Wyatt, um,
these women are detectives.

They think we're in
some kind of danger.

Please, don't tell me I'm gonna
have to miss my match tomorrow.

It's my only shot
to make the World Cup team.

I know.
I know.

We're here
for your own protection.

Protection...

Wyatt.

I got this one.

Hi, Wyatt. I'm Abby.

Is this the part where you try to
befriend me and we find common ground?

Well, we got a lot more
in common than you think.

You ever heard of a guy
named Victor Sampson?

Yeah. Hedge fund douche
who ran that Ponzi scheme.

Well, you're looking at
the douche's daughter.

My dad wasn't a criminal.

He never got his day in court.

Then why did he jump?

Lily...
She your girlfriend?

She's supposed to come
to my match tomorrow.

Ah.

And I'm guessing
she's never seen you play.

Tell you what,

if you're willing
to follow a few rules,

I guarantee you,

she'll get to see you
in all your equestrian glory.

Deal?

MAN OVER PA".
Welcome to the Sunset Beach Polo Club's

annual tournament.

The best players
have gathered here

hoping to make
the World Cup team.

Right now,
our competitors are warming up

preparing for the
big match later today.

Are you sure this is safe?

I'll keep my eyes
on the sidelines,

and Abby will cover the stands.

Mmm-hmm.
I'll be watching the stables.

And you said you had someone
on the field, as well?

Yes, the vision that is
number one, right there.

How did he get
on the team so quickly?

Charlie has friends
in all the right places.

Looking a little rusty
out there, Bos.

You know, I didn't know he rode.

I live to surprise you ladies.

Yes, Bosley the enigma,
wrapped in a riddle,

covered in Ralph Lauren.

Yeah, it's me.
Those chick detectives are here.

No, nothing's changed.
We're still grabbing the boy.

I'll tell you when.

Here we are with the third
chukka, and it's underway.

The teams are neck and neck.

Kate, any sign of Mercer?

Not yet.

Hey, Bos.
Everything cl out there .7

Yeah.
Everything seems normal.

ANNOUNQER". And looks like number
three, Wyatt Rice,

is on his way
to becoming our MVP.

Abbs? I think
I got someone.

Guy with a camera and beard.

Is it Mercer?

Don't know, but he seems
to be tracking Wyatt

more than the main action
on the field.

Coming towards you now.

Sunset Beach works the field.

Beautiful neck shot, Wyatt Rice!

KATE. Bos, we spotted someone.
Stay close on Wyatt.

Okay.
Let's go, Wyatt.

Be right back.

Eve, we're moving
in on this guy.

I'm on my way.

Hello?

It's Mercer.
What the hell are you doing here?

I told you to stay away.
You've been made.

Where?

Two girls comig on your right.

Get out.

Damn it.
Bos, watch Wyatt.

Eve, cover his m.

Something's going down, Wyatt.
We got to get out of here.

No. Let go.

Damn it.

Bos, we've lost our suspect.
Get Wyatt back to the agency.

They got him.

He's in the bak of the trailer.

I see it.

How are Jennifer
and Wyatt holding up?

Rattled but okay.
They're resting in the guest quarters.

Bos? How's your head?

I'm fine. Uh, I ran
Jennifer's financials.

She isn't lying.
She's flat broke.

Well, Mercer
wouldn't take a risk

unless there's
a guaranteed score.

This guy from the polo match

might be the missing link
to our puzzle.

Maybe Mercer isn't
trying to fleece Jennifer.

Well, he was
in full kidnap mode today,

so somebody's got to be
footing the bill, right?

Think our mystery man
could be paying Mercer?

That's an interesting theory.
What's the motive?

Oh, revenge is always
a good place to start.

Hanson screwed over a
rogue's gallery of criminals.

And if you can't get to him,
you go after his kid.

Do you recognize him?

He was at the polo match.

Sorry, I have
no idea who that is.

No worries.
We'll figure it out.

Double lemon.
Neither recognized him.

Ran his face through
New York and Florida DMVs

and our criminal databases.

Came up with a goose egg, too.

Charlie, please tell us
you've had better luck.

Angels,
this kidnapping is not arbitrary.

Mercer went after this
family for a reason.

Since his trail's gone col,
we need to follow the mone.

I contacted a friend at the
Attorney General's office in DC.

I wanted to get
a look at the case

{he go vernmenz' was
preparing against' Hanson.

I found a connection.

According to
Hanson's deposition,

he had a power lunch
every Tuesday

at the Oyster Bar
at Grand Central Station

with a man he
considered his mentor.

Oh, my God.

What am I missing?
Who are we talking about?

Victor Sampson, Abby's father.

The Oyster Bar was my dad's
favorite watering hole.

He had his own table
in the back.

Getting on his lunch rotation

sent a message to Wall
Street that you'd arrived.

Maybe your father
can ID his guy.

Okay, I haven't spoken
to the guy in five years.

Kate...

But he has been reaching out.

I...

Abby, I know this goes above
and beyond the call 0f duty,

but' {here are two people 'is lives
that' are hanging in the balance.

Your father could be
our best chance

of finding this man
and taking down Mercer.

Okay.

I'll do it.

I'll drive you.

Drive you?

Your dad lives in Florida?

Yeah, he's got a cozy one-bedroom
condo surrounded by razor wire

at the Clearwater
Correctional Facility.

Okay.
That sounds good.

All right, Bos and Eve
are with Wyatt and Jen,

heading to the safe house.

Good.

Pretty quiet over there
to my right.

I'm strategizing.

Come on, Abby.
He's your dad.

Biologically, perhaps, but he's never
exhibited any paternal instincts.

How did things get so
bad between you two?

I'm 14 years old and, uh...

there's this father-daughter
dance at school.

I really wanted him to go...

To notice me, I guess.

The night of the dance,
he's a no-show.

And when I get home,
he's in his study.

He doesn't even...

apologize.

So what did you do?

He always locked his study.

He didn't want me or my
brothers playing in there.

Afraid we'd break
his prize Rodin sculpture.

Mmm.

He kept it in a glass case
behind his desk.

That night,
I broke in and stole it.

God, that's insane.

So did you get caught?

Please. It's me.

The security company,
a dozen security experts...

No one could figure out
how it got heisted.

So it's a month later
and it's his 50th birthday.

My mom throws him this
big bash at the Waldorf,

a who's who of New York elite.

I gave him his birthday present.

Oh, my God.

Mmm-hmm.

The Rodin.
Mmm-hmm.

He opened it
in front of everybody.

I'm not sure
which was more priceless...

the sculpture
or the look on his face.

Well...

He definitely noticed
me that night.

Good news.

Charlie spoke to the polo club.

The scouts liked what they saw.
You made the squad.

Are you serious?

I'm serious.
Oh, my God.

Even my rusty moves
couldn't hold you down.

I've got to call Lily.

Oh, hold on.
Wait a minute.

Until we find Mercer,

you and your mom
are on 24/7 lockdown.

No cell, no Internet,
no outside contact.

We can't risk Mercer
coming after you again.

It's good to see you, Abigail.

It's just Abby.

How are your mother
and brothers?

I wouldn't know.
They don't talk to me.

Oh, seems we have
that in common.

Along with being thieves.

Oh, God.
I do miss your candor, Abigail.

No, you don't.

You always hated it.

Henry was your favorite.

He tried to please you,
and look where that got him.

I admit that my, uh,
parenting style was a little unorthodox.

Your daughter turned out
to be a cat burglar,

and your oldest son spent his
entire life in and out of rehab.

I would say your parenting
style was a total disaster.

Well, I explained to you
in my letters how sorry I was.

I didn't read your letters.

Right. Yeah. You're here because
you need something from me.

Your help with a case.

Oh, that's right,
your new career path as a...

What is it, a private eye?

Sarcasm noted,
but I'm not looking for your approval.

It involves your old Oyster
Bar buddy Michael Hanson.

Michael?
Yes.

Well, the last I heard,
he was dead.

I was hoping that you came here

to put the past behind us
so that we can move forward.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you again.

Abigail.

Abby, please, just...

Please. Sit down.

Please.

Perhaps we can help each other out
here, quid pro quo.

Mmm.

I should have known nothing
from you is ever free.

Tell you what, I'll give you
whatever information I can,

and in return, I want you to
come see me on visiting days.

If your help leads to solving this
case, then I'll be back.

Do you recognize him?

I'm sorry. I don't.

He was involved in the
attempted kidnapping

of Michael Hanson's son.

Why would he want Wyatt?

Not sure.
They may be after Hanson's money.

Abigail, I can tell you
from experience,

a rich man has an infinite
number of enemies.

Huh.

You need to try
a different approach.

Do you remember when I
taught you how to play chess?

Oh, yes, so we could
spend time together

without actually having to talk.

Actually, I was trying
to teach you strategy.

Now the king is surrounded by
rooks and knights and pawns,

much like a powerful man.

Now the rooks
are for protection,

the knights take the fall,

but it's the pawns
you need to look out for.

They know all the king's
dirty little secrets.

So if I find
one of Hanson's pawns,

it will lead to the mystery man?

Perhaps.

Is that your idea of help?

Abigail, you can accuse me

of doing many things
against you in the past,

but I never insulted
your intelligence.

Look harder.

You'll find your answer.

I'll see you next week.

I've run profiles on Hanson's
employees and board of directors.

They all came back clean.

At least, as clean as a bunch
of Wall Street sharks can be.

Meet the personal staff.

The pawns who had a floor seat
to Hanson's day-to-day life.

Personal assistant, nanny,
gardener, personal shopper.

I vetted a bunch of these.

No one really stood out,
except for...

You.

Francisco Gonzalez.

He was Hanson's driver/bodyguard
for over 10 years.

He moved to Miami
nine months ago,

bought a restaurant
in Little Havana.

In cash.

I'm guessing
he didn't win the lottery.

Abby, check out
the second-floor apartment.

We can distract Francisco
while you sneak a peek.

Lunch is on me.

Apparently,
the plantains melt in your mouth

and the flan is better than sex.

Francisco Gonzalez.
Where is he?

Oh, he's busy.
It's the lunch rush.

Oh, he'll make time for us.

Mr. Gonzalez.
Miami-Dade health inspectors.

We were just inspected
two weeks ago.

There must be a mistake, okay?

I assure you
there's no mistake, sir.

I'm gonna go call our inspector.

Is that Felix Denton?

Please, call Felix.

Tell him that John Bosley
and Kate Prince are here.

You know what he's gonna tell you?
Never heard of 'em.

'Cause he hasn't.

We're health department
internal affairs.

We inspect the inspectors.

And we hear Felix
has been getting kickbacks

to turn a blind eye on some pretty
major health code violations.

Listen, I've never paid
any kickbacks, okay?

Excuse me.

Did you guys say something
about health code violations?

No, no, no. There's none of that
here, sweetheart.

Uh, please, enjoy your lunch.
Dessert's on the house.

Oh, okay.
Okay. All right.

Mr. Gonzalez,
I need to recertify those reports.

Otherwise, we will be
shutting you down...

For good.

Start in the kitchen?

Yeah. Come on.

Damn it.

What's wrong?

My father was right.

Whoever this guy is,

it looks like he's been
tracking Wyatt for weeks.

Anything to ID him?

Not yet.

I'll download his hard drive
and grab some prints, okay?

Be quick. Looks like Bosleyis'
running out' 0f stall time.

Got it.

Okay. This just took
a turn for the strange.

The guy has a pharmacy's worth

of anti-inflammatories
and Vicodin,

not to mention enough
gauze to wrap a mummy.

What would he need that for?

In my world, it looks like a
plastic surgery recovery kit.

I'm... I'm having flashbacks to
my Aunt Cassandra's bathroom.

I mean, if it could not be
nipped, tucked, sucked out,

or lifted, she wasn't happy,
you know? Hang on.

The guy also has a fake
mustache and a fake beard.

What is he, playing dress-up?
I don't know.

I've got our guy.

He's running.

We're on our way.

Stop!

Who the hell are you?

Why are you stalking
Wyatt Hanson?

'Cause he's my son.

You're not gonna believe this.

Our mystery man
is Michael Hanson.

You're right. I don't. How?

Faked his suicide, then spent the
last few years under the knife,

seriously altering
his appearance.

And he topped it' off with {he cheesiest'
dime store heard you've ever seen.

Okay, wait a minute.
Now who took a dive off that building?

Mmm, that's the sick part.
Hanson doesn't know.

He... He hired a former
black ops specialist

to set up the whole thing.
Didn't ask for any details.

Wow. I guess money
can buy you anything.

How does Mercer fit in?

Hanson hired him
to kidnap Wyatt.

He's been setting this up
for the last two years,

planned on spiriting
Wyatt away to Argentina.

Thafsinsane.

Yeah. Being rich doesn't mean
you have a tether on reality.

No more games.
Get Mercer on the line.

I'm trying.
He's not answering.

Mercer could make
another attempt.

All right, Eve, bring Jennifer
and Wyatt up to speed.

We'll update Charlie
and bring Hanson over.

Got it.

Let's go.

Hi, I need to talk
to you guys. Where's Wyatt?

Uh, he's in his room.

Wyatt? We need
to talk to you.

Wyatt?

Oh, my God.
They took him.

No, the window's been
forced from the inside.

He ran.
I know where he went.

What's happened?

Lily. Lily. What happened?

Where's Wyatt?

He came over, wanted us
to drive down to the keys.

A car rolls up
and some men... They took him.

Okay. Okay.

We'll get him.

We'll get him.

Michael?

Hey. Hey
No, no, no.

We buried you.

We mourned you.

And now you do this to me,

to your son.

I just wanted to give Wyatt
the life that he deserved.

What, by stealing him
away from me

and putting him in the hands of a murderer?
Are you crazy?

Shh.

Look, look, I know this is hard,

but we need to work together
to get your son back.

Where was Mercer staying?

Noidea.

I only met him once.
After that, it was all cell and e-mail.

It's Mercer.

All right.

He doesn't know you're with us.

Play it cool.

Mercer.
It's about time you called.

[have your boy.

He better not be hurt.

Few bumps and bruises...

Nothing the South American
sun can't heal.

I have your money.

This job got a little more
complicated than I expected.

That's not my faul.

But now it's your problem.
I'm tripling my fee.

Hey, hold on.
We had a deal.

And now I'm renegotiating.

Lincoln Road parking
structure, one hour, top level.

I can't get that kind of
money together in an hour.

Well, you better pull one of
your dazzling Wall Street moves,

or else your son is dead.

Mercer's on his way.

He's go!
Wyah' in the trunk.

KATE".
I'm in position.

Me, too.

What's your problem?

Get her out of the way!

NOW!

Going down?

Come on.

What's up?

We were just giving
Charlie the debrief.

CHARUE".
Congratulations, Angel.

I know it was hard
to see your father, Abby.

I wouldn't have asked you

unless I thought
it would yield resul.

Well, much as I hate
to admit it,

he helped us crack the case.

He may have given you
a breadcrumb,

but you Angels cracked the case.

Champagne's on me tonight.
Good-bye, Angels.

Ooh!

Thank you, Charlie.

Wyatt's gonna be okay.

Yeah, I know. I just...

I'm wondering why families
have to be so screwed up.

Not all families are screwed up.

Yeah. Look at us.

Oh, you guys.

Expecting somebody?

I had a hunch you'd be back.

Oh.

I, uh...

I have something for you.

A chess set.

How emblematic
of our relationship.

I made it myself in shop class.

You knew Michael Hanson
was alive, didn't you?

Why didn't you just tell me?

Oh, you're a smart girl.
I knew you'd figure it out.

You want to play a game?

Have we ever stopped?

You know, I'm curious about your
employer, Charles Townsend.

Where did you two meet?
Oh, wait, wait, wait.

You've never actually seen him
face-to-face, have you?

Well, I guess
I should be flattered

that you're keeping tabs on me.

Well, you're my only daughter.
I worry about you.

You weren't too worried
the night I was arrested.

Well, I was...

I was angry.
I was embarrassed.

Well, Charlie gave me a second
chance when nobody else would,

including my own father.

Mark my words,

Charles Townsend has an agenda.

He may not have revealed it
yet, but when he does,

that's when you'll know

if you're truly
on the side of the Angels.

Your move, Abigail.