Charlie's Angels (2011): Season 1, Episode 7 - Royal Angels - full transcript

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You guys, this is insane.

It's like this every year.

And just to be clear,
this is not a real game?

Nope. First official
practice of the season.

People get this excited
about practice?

They do when their team
has a shot

at winning an NCAA title.

Ah.



Look! Look! Look at Bosley! Ooh!

Get 'em, Bos!

So it's a scrimmage
against the coaches.

Now I know Bos loves
working with these kids,

but they are going to wipe
the floor with him tonight.

Oh, but he's so good.
Look at him.

You haven't seen
the students yet.

Here they come!

That is Mark Bakale.

He is good enough to get
drafted if he wants to go pro.

Aah!

Better make that.

That's all you got, old man?

That's assistant coach
old man to you.



Don't worry.
I'm saving it for the game,

and don't end up on my highlight
reel, young buck.

No chance of that.

Decent chance.
Show me something.

You have to admit,
you're a little impressed.

A little bit. Maybe.

I am mildly impressed.

Okay. Thank you.

That's Mark's father.

Where?

All the bodyguards?

Uh-huh?
He's royalty.

He's royal? How royal?

Like, King of Ukata royal.

Huh. West Africa.

Atlantic Coast.
Interesting.

Wow.
Miss Google Maps herself.

My father had a weakness for
expensive, exoficlocafions.

We safaried.

Um, Kate, your ex is here,

and he's spotted us.

Have you talked to him since
you gave him the ring back?

Well, he's e-mailed me randomly,

asking me to play
on his pickup team again.

Said they didn't have
enough good point guards.

Mmm. 'Cause he's still
watching us.

He looks good.

All right, guys?
Love y'all, but stop.

My relationship with Ray...

ls...

Finished.

- Bosley!
- Come on!

Baba!
Get down!

Baba!

Baba!

Mark! Hey! Hey, Mark! Baba!

Look at me!
Look at me!

Go with your father's bodyguard.

There's nothing you can do
from here, all right?

I'll stay with your dad.
Get him out of here!

Let's go! Let's go!

I can help!

Miami Beach PD.
Stand down.

Once upon a time,
there were three young womn

who got into very big trouble.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Thank you.
I'm taking this case.

I was here when it happened.

The perimeter's secure,

and I got four pretty reliable
witnesses right in front of me.

Where did the shots come from?

It must have been very high
up, good vantage point.

Maybe somewhere
in those upper stands.

Shooter probably walked right
out looking like a worried fan.

The King was taken down
by two bullets, center mass.

Clearly a professional.
I heard four shots.

Then where are
the other two bullets?

Bos, where were you
and Mark playing?

John, that's a crime scene.
You... Kate...

We were shooting around
right over here.

Shots rang out.

I took him down about here.

Which means...

The assassin was
targeting Mark, too.

Where did Security take him?

Hey, Ray.

Hi, I'm Detective Millard.
And who are you?

Kate Prince.

Yes, that Kate Prince.

They're witnesses in
connection with the case.

Mark's too rattled to talk.

Plus, we've got
uninvited company.

Carter. Always nice
to see the FBI

taking an interest in a case
that might generate headlines.

Ray, it's always nice to
see Miami Beach PD.

Trying to work cases they don't
have the resources to handle.

I've got the resources.

Ah. Murder of a foreign
national's big stuff.

You think you're gonna find
the answers before I do?

Guarantee it.

Care to put some money on that?

Who's the guy in the fancy suit?

That's Richard Mbakwe,
the King's chief of staff

and Mark's godfather.

He'll be in charge here.

Mr. Mbakwe,
I'm sorry for your loss.

Ah, Coach Bosley.

Mark's favorite days at practice

are when you're working
with the team.

These are my colleagues...

Abby Sampson, Eve French,
and Kate Prince.

Is Mark around? We think
he might be in danger.

We really need to talk to him.

No one's talking to my
witness without my permission.

Too bad he's not your witness.

Mr. Mbakwe,
we're private detectives.

We're just here to
offer you our services.

I would be most grateful.

Mark's in the back.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Now he's our client.

We'll talk to him whether
you like it or not.

Mark?

He's gone.

Think the FBI would be a little
better at protection detail.

Our client's disappeared.

With a target on his back
he doesn't even know about.

We need to find him
before someone else does.

Mark is the sole heir
to the throne.

King Abrahim established a tenuous
peace between the warring tribes,

but their loyalty is tied
to his family alone.

So if something happened
to Mark,

it could trigger a civil war.

News reports are saying that a
man was killed during practice.

But the victim's identity
hasn't been released.

And it' Won't' be-

I spoke to some of my
contacts at the Pentagon.

D.O.J. and Homeland will stay
out of this in the short term,

and the FBI and police
have agreed

f0 a 48-hour news blackout.

Unfortunately,
social media hasn't.

We need to move on this quickly.

If word of
the assassination gets out...

All hell would break loose
in Ukata.

Mark's immediate return to Ukata

and acceptance of the throne

is the only way to guarantee
the country's stability.

We'll do everything we can, sir.

So where do we start?

Bos, you know Mark well.
What was his story?

Well, he's been in the
States since he was 9.

Uh, boarding schools
followed by MSU.

He really tries to keep the
whole royalty thing pretty quiet.

Just wants
to be one of the guys.

Sounds like any college kid.

Except that he isn't.

Yeah, exactly.
He had the perks of being a prince.

What did you want to be at 20?

NASCAR driver.
Sharpshooter.

Acknowledged by my father.

Note that none of you said
heir to an unstable country.

Ah-ha! There are
no secure passwords.

What are you up to?

Well, Mark didn't talk
about himself much,

but he's a college kid in 2011.

Anything we need to know
about him is in one place.

Who's the hottie?

Dominique Berry.

These photos are in her album.

And posted a week ago.

Look at the album title.
"Best day ever!"

Three exclamation marks.
Looks like she's into him.

Sounds like young love to me.

And according
to employment records,

she's a South Beach lifeguard.

Tower 76.

There she is.

Yep.

Is it just me,
or does Dominique look a little nervous?

She's watching the beach
more than she is the ocean.

Dominique Berry?

Yes.

We're looking for Mark Bakale.

Sorry. Who are you?

I'm his basketball coach.
Have you seen him?

No, I haven't seen him
in a while.

Are you sure about that?
It's important.

Yeah, I'm sure.
I haven't seen him.

Sir, you can't go
in there. That's...

Mark.

Coach.

What are you doing here?

I should ask you the same thing.

Look, I was surrounded
by my father's men,

people I've known
since I was a boy.

Suddenly they're looking
at me differently.

One called me
"Your Highness."

I just had to get out of there.

We have to get you
to a safe place.

Wait. Why?

Because they're after me,
too, I'm thinking.

Yeah. They are.

So who's coming for me?

We don't know that yet.

If you have any ideas of
somebody who could be or anyone,

you gotta let us know.

My father sent me to the
United States as a kid

to get away from
everything back at home.

I really don't know
what he deals with

other than what I read about.

If we made the connection
between you and Dominique,

somebody else could, too.

Then she comes with us.

Of course she does.
Let's go.

The cops didn't find
anything in the footage

on the third floor deck where
you saw the muzzle flash.

I'm sure of what I saw.

I know, Abbs, but what you saw
wasn't exactly where you saw it.

The banner.

It's reflective.

Yeah, you're right.

And it's at an angle, so...

Our shooter was in
a different section.

There's our shooter.

Searching through
the surveillance footage.

Hold on.

Our shooter is...

A woman.

Call Bos.

Hello?

Bos, we found our assassin.

Got a picture of him?

I got a picture of her.

Sending it to you now.

Take a look.

We've got Mark and his girlfriend
Dominique. We're coming in.

30s'?

12 o'clock.
Isn't that her right now?

Yeah, that's her.
Get them out of here.

Get down! Get low!
Get low! Stay low!

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Well, you're
an Internet sensation.

"Badass catfight on beach"
got 10,000 hits.

Nice.

Did you get an ID
on our assassin

before the cops took her away?

No, she didn't have much on her.
Except for this...

Uh, she tried to throw it
in the sand after the fight.

What is it, a locker key?

I don't know.
Maybe mailbox?

No, it's a motorcycle key.

You sure?
Oh, yeah.

You know locks, I know bikes.

Well, that makes sense.

She wanted to make a quick
getaway after the job.

It's probably
within a few blocks.

So she could walk down the
beach and look like a tourist.

Now that seems to be her MO.

Well, let's go find her ride.

Have fun.

Security sweep came back clean.

We can head to the safe house.
Where's Dominique?

Changing-

She's pretty freaked out.

It's okay to be scared.

When I was 7,

my mom died.

She was in a car with my
uncle when it was attacked.

In one moment, my father lost
his wife and gained a country.

Your uncle was the king?

My father was an architect.

He loved to build things.

He ended up building
a stronger country.

But it was never safe.

The day my dad decided
to send me to America,

he came to my room

and he told me he was sending me
to a place where dreams come true.

I asked him when could
I come back home...

And he said,
"Whenever you're ready."

That must have been hard.

That whole first year
of boarding school,

I called him every night.

Just the sound
of my father's voice,

it made everything feel
like it was okay.

I can relate.

I don't know how to be a king.

You're a natural leader, Mark.

You have all the tools.
You just need to know it.

Every time you step out
on that basketball court,

youinspke thousands of people.

Look, Coach,
I always knew that I was next in line,

that I'd eventually
take over for my father.

I just never thought
it would be this soon.

You know, things don't always play
out the way we think they will.

When I was 20,
I had a basketball scholarship to MIT.

I was gonna graduate and work
for the NSA and change the world.

What happened?

I made some bad choices.

I'm not ready.

We never feel ready.

Sure, there's another
version of your life

where none of this happens,

and you stay here and maybe
even become an NBA star.

But sometimes life makes
other plans for us.

Sometimes we need to
take a step back,

think about the bigger picture.

It's gonna be all right.

- That's it.
- Smooth getaway ride.

There's a lockbox.
Abby, grab your tools.

Got it. Let's do it.

It fits.

Let me try.

Just as I thought.
Hold that.

We win.

People type their passwords more
than anything else on the phone.

HON, IIGII, IIHII
have been used way more

than any other letter.
And "S" and "T" also.

Ghost.

I'm amazing at Scrabble.

Okay.

The phone is registered
to Hillary Kimmel.

That's a known alias
in the US Army.

She's a sniper.

In the Ghost program.
Hence the password.

You said that was a known alias.
What's her real name?

Classified.
Who is this girl?

According to this,
she's a ghost herself.

She died in Afghanistan
five years ago.

What's a dead girl doing
in Miami?

I say it's time
we pull some strings.

I called an old friend of mine

who just happens to be
a retired general.

You have useful friends,
Charlie.

Your assassin's real name
is Tabitha Williams.

Hillary Kimmel was one of
her many aliases.

According to Army records,
Tabitha died in Afghanista,

but her body was never recovere.

She must have faked
her own death.

L2' looks like she became a private
can tractor using her sniper training.

Be careful, Ange.

Whoe ver hired Tabitha has
money and serious connections.

Girl certainly spread
her money around.

She's got 15 different accounts
linked to her various aliases.

Best way to hide it.
And look at this.

She has a series of outgoing
payments all for the same amount.

Yeah, but coming
from different accounts.

I thought assassins were usually in
the business of incoming payments.

Where's the money going?

Looks like our killer's
got a secret.

I think somebody should
go and have a chat

with our friend the assassin.

And I think that
person should be you.

She's being kept
at Metro. No.

I'm kind of persona
non grata down there.

It's Ray's case.

I don't think you're
persona non grata to Ray.

Besides, the assassin had no ID.

Chances are Ray still
doesn't know who she is yet.

So whatcha got?

I've got nothing.

Her fingerprints were
chemically sandpapered.

We just come up with smudges.

The FBI is showing up in
a half-hour to take over.

Hmm.

What if I told you your
suspect is ex-army operative

with sniper training?

That she faked her death
five years ago in Kabul?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How do you get all this?

Come on, Ray.

You investigate your way,
I investigate mine.

I have a proposition for you.

You give me five minutes
with her alone,

no surveillance,
in exchange for her name.

Kate, you know I can't do that.

Okay.

Maybe Carter and the FBI will
be willing to make a deal.

Carter likes to win.

It's been a while since
I've seen a room like this.

You got five minutes.

That's all I need.

Tabflha?

Who are you?

Another cop?

I'm not saying a word
until my lawyer gets here.

I'm not a cop.

Then what do you want?

I don't know who that is.

I'll help you.

It's your younger sister Rachel.

You've been paying
her college tuition,

masking the transfers
as scholarships.

But we're better at finding
than you are at hiding.

The cops don't have this yet,

but I can share it.

You talk to me
or they'll haul her in

and charge her with
accepting the blood money

that you received
for murdering people.

She doesn't know anything
about that.

She doesn't know that you faked
your death either, does she?

She Will.

I wonder how she'll handle that.

They'll tell her
all about your past.

Think about the legal fees she'll
have to pay to clear her name.

You help me out, and I'll make sure
the cops never find the money trail

between you and Rachel.

Who paid you to kill the
King and his son Mark?

Look, there's no way
you're not going down,

but don't take her with you.

Ray?

Wait.

Leave my sister out of this.

The payments for the Ukata
job came from a company.

Mason Winkler, LLC.

That's all I know.

Mason Winkler, LLC,
is based in the Bahamas.

Has no product,
generates no revenue,

and filed no taxes.

So it's a shell?

Whose sole purpose is to hide the
identity of whoever's behind this.

Does it trace back to anyone?

After doing
a lot of looking, yes.

Langley Diamonds.

What's the link between
diamonds and a dead monarch?

Good question.

May I have a word with you?

Sure.

I did some digging
into Archer Langley.

He runs the company.

Officially, he's squeaky clean.

But unofficially?

The more I dig,
the less I like him.

But unfortunately,
he's good at covering up his tracks.

What about Mason Winkler, LLC?

The connection
is tenuous at best.

It's buried pretty deep.

There's no way I'm gonna get a judge
to sign off on a search warrant.

Are you asking for my help?

Archer Langley is a bad guy.

And...

You need my help?

Um...

Yes.

I need you.

Okay. We're all
at the safe house.

So what do we know
about Langley?

Archer inherited the
Miami-based family fortune

about five years ago.

He started expanding into
other areas beyond diamonds,

but that's still the
company's bread and butter.

Diamonds are
Ukata's main export.

Maybe this wasn't
a homegrown political coup.

Maybe this is just good
old-fashioned corporate greed.

With the King and his
sole heir out of the way

and a murky line
of succession...

Langley could spread enough
money around the country,

probably get whomever
he wanted into power.

Bos/ey, keep
Mark and Dominique safe.

Angels, letis' find out' whet' {he real
connection is between Langley and Ukafe.

Will do, Charlie.

I did a rundown
of Langley's operations.

Corporate headquarters
are in San Francisco,

but he has a company server

at his home here on Star Island.

We need to get into that house.

If we do, we can get ahold
of the corporate records,

see if there's anything
linking the King and Langley.

There's no way security doesn't
cover every inch of the grounds.

I don't know how we'll avoid it.

I say we walk in the front door.

How do we do that?

Let's go talk to the neighbors.

You guys look like
you're having fun.

I'm a bit old for a babysitter,

but if you guys would
like to stay,

my parents are out
for the afternoon.

What do you say
we hit the hot tub?

I don't know.
Eve, what do we say?

I... I think it depends.

Mmm-hmm.
How 'bout this...

The first one of you to break a
window next door gets 100 bucks.

All right.

Nice job, kid.

All yours.

Wait, um...

Could I get your digits?

Not unless you have a hot
single uncle who's straight.

You gotta admire
his persistence.

Why do I attract
juvenile men of all ages?

7th Heaven glass repair.

Oh, lucky for you.
We just finished a job up the street.

I'll have our window techs
there ASAP.

Buenas tardes.
Buenas tardes.

- En Ira, par fa var.
- Mmm.

Dejame ensenarte Ia ventan.

Esta por aqui. Lo ves?

Esos ninos de al Iado
son insoportables.

Ah, ninos-Mmm.

Te dejo.

I'll stand lookout.

Okay, Bos, uh, this isn't
exactly a laptop.

All right,
you're looking for a USB port

where I can access the
computer's secure server.

Wow. There are about 20.
Any ideas?

Start trying.

Got it. Okay.

Wait. Go back one.

16-bit encryption.

It's gonna take a second.

I'm in.

There are a bunch of
e-mails and contracts here

relating to a mine in Ukata.

This isn't about diamonds.
It's about lithium.

They must have found a vein
in one of their mines.

It's the essential component
of cell phone batteries.

Bos, didn't Charlie say Langley
was expanding his interests?

He started several new
ventures six months ago,

including Langley Telecom.

Diamonds are
a girl's best friend,

but there is a lot
of money in telecom.

Enough money to kill for.

Time to go. Now.

Langley just got home.

Abby, disconnect the drive
and get out of there.

Will do.

Eve, what are you doing?
We gotta go.

When I said "now,"
I really meant it.

Abbs, look at this.

Wait, isn't that...

Mark's girlfriend Dominique.

Kate?
Langley knows Dominique.

I'll call Bos.

Langley's coming
through the door

in five, four, three,

two, one.

Working girls just get
prettier and prettier.

And the clients
get more and more charming.

Bos, get Mark out of there.

Dominique's working for Langley.

That's how the assassin
found Mark at the beach.

Dominique tipped them off.

Mark, come on.
We gotta get out of here.

I'm afraid I
can't let you do that, Coach.

What are you doing?

She's the leak, Mark.

She's working
with Archer Langley,

the man who had
your father assassinated.

Why would you do that?

Sorry.

Langley promised me that
you wouldn't get hurt.

He said he just wanted
you to sign a few things.

And you believed him?

You don't understand.

You grew up with everything.

I'm not the prince
of some country, okay?

My parents have nothing.

If it wasn't for Langley's help

I wouldn't be able
to go to school.

I didn't have a choice.

Aah! OW!

You always have a choice.

Did you tell them my father
would be at the game?

You're the reason
my father was killed!

It wasn't supposed
to be like that.

- I'm sorry.
- Ladies...

Yeah, the Dominique
situation's under control.

The alarm was just triggered.

Someone's on the grounds.

Well, it looks like two armed
men approaching from the east.

They must be pros.
They just avoided our perimeter security.

Dominique must have known they were
coming before she made her move.

Bos, we'll never
make it there in time.

Come on. Move!

Get upstairs to the panic room

and seal it like I showed you.

I'm not going anywhere with her.

You have to go
and you gotta go now,

or else they're gonna
kill you both!

You know how to use this?

What are you gonna do?

Buy you as much time as I can.

Go! Hurry up!

Go!

Don't do it. Don't.

Why aren't you
in the panic room?

Where's Mark?

Where is he?
He just took off.

I... I... I think
he took your car.

Where's he going?
I don't know.

Thank you for calling On S2'.
How can I help y?

Hi, my name's John Bosley.
My car's been stolen.

Okay, Mr. Bosley.
We'll contact the police.

Thanks, Ray.

Ray talked to OnStar.

Mark's going over the
bridge to Star Island.

BOSLEY". I'm guessing
Mark's going after Langley.

Turning around now.

Get down!

You killed my father.

You ruined my life.

Mark!

Don't do it.
It's not worth it.

Mark, you don't have to
do this, okay?

We're here to help you.

Mark.

Mark, put the gun down.

You should listen to him, kid.

Shut up!

Listen to me, Mark.
Think about what you're doing.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

You don't have to do this, Mark.

Killing him won't do anything
for you or your father.

He can't get away with murder!

He won't.
Of course he will.

Guys like this always
get away with it.

Not when they go up against us.

Your father, he didn't
go after those people

that killed your mother and
uncle by himself, right?

He let justice take its course.

Why'd he do that?

Because he said you can't lead
with vengeance in your heart.

He was right.

This is one of those moments

you need to take
a step back, all right?

Look at the big picture.

Nice shot.

Look at you.

I just wanted to stop by and
say thank you for everything.

I couldn't have gotten
through this without you.

You're stronger than you think.

I'm ready to go home.

Your father would be
very proud of you.

I just hope I can be half
the king my father was.

Just focus on being the
best version of yourself.

Got you a going-away present.

It's not a jump shot, either.

Something my grandmother gave
me when I got my act together

and moved here to Miami.

Saint Christopher.
Patron saint of long journeys,

especially unexpected ones.

You're ready.

You know,

I could always use
a good chief of staff.

I think Richard's
got that covered.

But if you're ever in the mood

for a crossover, step-back,
fadeaway in your face,

you could always send over
the royal jet.

You know you're too old
for that, Coach.

Thanks for everything.

You're gonna be great.

I've got Mark's escort
car waiting outside.

We're heading out.

Nice work.

Thanks.

So how pissed was Carter

that you solved this one
before the FBI?

Not a happy Camper-

Score.

And before you say it,
I already know

that I couldn't have done
this without your help.

Mmm-hmm'?

So thank you.

And the invitation
to that game still stands.

We play later today.

I'll think about it.

Good.

Goodbye, Ray.

He invited you again, didn't he?

You're going, aren't ya?

Oh!

Nice.

Damn you, Goodson.

Anytime you wanna hang up
that shiny federal badge

and come play for the
winners, you let me know.

Now didn't we have some
money on that case?

It'll be mine again soon.

Keep dreaming.

Hey, Jimmy, Ty.

H9Y-
H9Y-

It's nice to know my welcome
is still a bit worn out.

I never thought you'd come.

You're a little late to play.

Maybe next time.

So... I was
actually wondering

if you wanted to go grab
a postgame drink,

like old times.
Uh...

I'd love to, uh, but...
I kind of have plans.

Hey, babe.
Hey.

Great game.

Hi, Kate.

Hey, Liz.

What are you doing here?

We, uh...

I was just closing up
some stuff with the case.

Oh, you guys
need a moment to talk?

Nope. We're good.

So looks like
you guys got plans.

I don't wanna keep you.

Yeah, come on, we'll be late.
Let's go.

J°Oh

J°Oh

Hey, you.

What happened?

Seems like my timing
continues to suck.

You guys remember Liz,
the detective at the consulate?

Mmm-hmm.

Apparently, she and Ray do
more than fight crime together.

Well, we bring an alternative

to being bummed about your ex.

Cuban sandwiches.

We'll trade you, ball for beer.
What do you say?

Deal.

Ew. This stupid ball.

Oh, my heroes.

We love you.