Scarecrow and Mrs. King (1983) s01e01 Episode Script

The First Time

[CROWD MURMURING.]
MAN: Okay.
Everyone inside for the costume judging.
- Come on now.
Inside, everybody.
WOMAN 1: Come on.
WOMAN 2: I think he's Didn't he win last year? WARNER: They spotted me.
Get this to headquarters.
THUG 1: That's him.
[SILENCED GUNFIRE.]
THUG 2: He's dead.
THUG 1: Where's the package? THUG 2: The waiter's got it.
WELCH [ON TV.]
: But we're not done yet.
And Yankee Doodle Pot Pie must be cooked at exactly 300 degrees for exactly one hour.
If not, it turns out to be the most revolting mess you've ever seen, heh, heh.
And I don't mean maybe.
[WELCH LAUGHS ON TV.]
Darling, is that all you're wearing outside? Well, I just gotta take Dean to the train station.
I'll be right back.
Why can't Dean take himself to the train station? Because they're in love, stupid.
He's gotta go to New York and he doesn't wanna leave his car in the rain.
- Where are my keys? - It's not raining.
Well, Dean says there's a 35 percent chance.
The weather bureau pays him to know those things.
Jamie, no sugar sandwiches.
- How much do they pay him? - Quite a lot, I'm sure.
It'll be nice when you get married.
Then you won't have to keep running across town to see each other.
Mother.
We're not even engaged.
I've only been divorced a year.
I need a little time.
Take all the time you need.
There's no pressure here.
AMANDA: And I've been having the worst luck finding a job.
You don't need anyone at the weather bureau? DEAN: Well, actually, I only hire people who marry me.
[AMANDA LAUGHS.]
AMANDA: All right.
Have a good trip.
DEAN: Okay.
Be good.
AMANDA: All right.
Bye.
DEAN: Bye-bye.
ANNOUNCER [O VER PA.]
: The Southern Breeze for Virginia.
Now boarding on Track Number 1.
The New England Flier bound for Philadelphia, New York and Boston departing on Track 2.
All aboard.
MAN: Hey.
WOMAN: Hey.
ANNOUNCER [O VER PA.]
: Last call for Atlantic Commuter for Arlington, Union Station and Baltimore.
- Whoa, excuse me.
- Just walk with me.
- I certainly will not.
- Please.
I'm in trouble.
- Oh, no.
I've got to go.
- Wait.
Just one more thing.
- Please.
- No.
I'm in trouble.
Please.
Please.
[SIGHS.]
What is it you want me to do? [LEE PANTING.]
Just take this.
Get on the train.
- It's a matter of life and death.
- Life and death? - Hand it to the man in the red hat.
- Is this for real? Just get on the train, hand it to the man in the red hat.
You can get off at the next stop and forget all about this, but do it.
Man in the red hat.
Man in the red hat.
CONDUCTOR: Tickets.
Tickets, please.
I don't have a ticket.
I'm not a passenger.
I just brought my boyfriend so he wouldn't have to leave his car.
- In fact, I should be heading home.
- All right.
You can pay me the fare.
I don't wanna buy a ticket.
Do you know what I have on under this coat? A nightgown.
- Do you think I expected to be on this train? - Where did you expect to be? [TRAIN HORN BLARES.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[SIGHS.]
WOMAN [O VER PA.]
: Colonel Shepherd report to Situation Room 1.
Special Agents Lopez and Shane to Communications, please.
[SIGHS.]
Special Agent Hardina My, aren't we a mess.
You okay? Fine.
Just fine.
WOMAN [O VER PA.]
: All Metro Section personnel to level BILLY: They tell me you lost the package.
Don't I get any points for making a miraculous escape? Unloading those thugs was no day at the beach.
- What do you say, Billy? BILLY: Straighten your badge.
Well, I understand you have to report to the principal's office.
- Tag along, Francine.
- Why do I have to go? BILLY: One of the joys of being my assistant is helping take the flak.
DIRK: I understand you managed to misplace a package containing highly sensitive information.
- I didn't misplace it.
- Fine.
What was in this package that you didn't misplace? As I've already said, heh, I'm not sure.
Frank Warner, our operative in Georgetown, contacted me.
He said that he was being slipped a package of information at a party and would pass it on to me.
I went undercover as a waiter I grabbed a hold of the package from Warner and I ran.
A second later, he was dead.
Now, I'm not sure what the exact information was but it was supposed to be a key to plugging our leak.
Leak, Scarecrow? Oh, I'd call it much more than a leak.
I'd call it a flood.
A tidal wave.
We can't sneeze around here without the KGB knowing about it.
Every time we make a move on Russian intelligence anywhere, anytime, we get sabotaged.
Even missions called on 24-hours notice, boom, they get us.
We've lost four agents in the past two weeks.
They know what we're up to.
And they're getting the word out to their people instantly.
And I want to know how.
If you'll forgive me, Dirk, finding out how is my department, not yours.
That's true, Billy.
But when a month goes by, and your boys and girls can't seem to do diddly then Internal Affairs moves in to find the weak link.
[LEE SIGHS.]
I wish you wouldn't look at me when you say "weak link.
" Dirk, we have done diddly.
We've monitored every known communications system in the D.
C.
Area to the point that we know that the KGB isn't using any of them.
Fabulous.
How are they talking to one another? Smoke signals? Now you tell me that we might have had a clue to this thing but our quarterback here fumbles the ball.
Excuse me, uh, Mr.
Stetson? I thought you'd want to know, they just located Special Agent Guthrie.
The quarterback just recovered the ball.
That was your ball carrier? They were after me, I handed off to him, he was to go in for the TD.
- Why are we talking like this? - Did he have a package? - They got it when they shot him.
- He never mentioned a package to me.
- You spoke to him? - He was alive when we found him.
He did say he was supposed to see you, Scarecrow.
You never showed up.
- Damn it, she didn't give it to him.
- Who? Who? The lady I gave the package to.
You gave classified information to a stranger? That violates every procedural ordinance ever written.
- I didn't wanna lose the package.
- It was the same ploy Lee used in Munich in his rescue of Dr.
Forbisher's formula.
His methods might be unorthodox, but Scarecrow always delivers.
- I owe you a drink.
- You owe me a dinner.
If he always delivers, where the hell is the package? And where is this lady? And why wasn't I told about Munich? Lee, who is this woman? I don't know.
- You don't know? - Dirk.
Whoever she is, if she still has the package she's in a very tight spot.
[JAMIE AND PHILIP YELLING INDISTINCTLY.]
AMANDA: Thank you.
- All right, who's hungry? KIDS: Me.
AMANDA: There's a hotdog.
JAMIE: I don't want this.
I don't want it either.
JAMIE: Where's the salt? AMANDA: Just a second.
Let me get everything.
- Okay.
There you are.
- Mrs.
King I ordered a shake, not a root beer.
LEE: You forgot your Gangplank Burger, Mrs.
King.
That's all right, I didn't order a Gangplank Burger.
JAMIE: Yeah, so did I.
- [WHISPERS.]
You again.
- You didn't do what I told you.
There were 25 men with red hats on that train.
Let go of my car.
Who's this man you're whispering to? [IN NORMAL VOICE.]
A total stranger.
- [WHISPERS.]
I want that package.
- Good.
I don't.
- I'll come to your house.
- You certainly will not.
Philip, do not hit your brother in the head with trash.
- I'll send it to you.
Where do you live? - I can't tell you that.
- Good.
Goodbye.
- Wait, hold it.
- Stop.
I have to see you.
- No.
- Are you gonna let go of my car? - No.
Wait.
Here, take my card.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Call me.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[SIGHS.]
[LINE RINGING.]
- Ahem.
WOMAN: Nine-nine-eight-six.
- Who's calling? - Amanda King.
LEE [O VER PHONE.]
: Hi.
I thought you'd be curious about all this.
Listen, I called to tell you to leave me alone.
LEE [O VER PHONE.]
: Mrs.
King have you noticed any strange cars parked outside? What? LEE [O VER PHONE.]
: It's possible you're being watched.
Watched.
LEE: I've put you to a lot of trouble and I don't wanna get you hurt.
Mrs.
King, we have to meet.
Today.
Five o'clock.
WELCH [ON TV.]
: Trussing your bird is an important step, ladies.
Without proper stitching, everything will just fall right out.
As any surgeon will tell you.
A two-and-a-half pound bird.
And as you tie the sturdy cord and you begin with breast side down.
- Mrs.
Welch again.
DOTTY: Uh-huh.
The 4:30 show.
Colonial Cookery is on twice a day.
If it bothers you, you could send me for private lessons.
- Mrs.
Welch does give them.
- No, no.
It's okay.
Gee, you look great, Mom.
You are awfully fixed up.
Mother, all I did was comb my hair and put on a little makeup.
- Usually your hair is sort of frazzled.
- Usually I'm sort of frazzled, sweetheart.
No TV till they do their homework, all right? Grandma never makes us do our homework.
Heh, heh.
That's not true.
- Uh, isn't Dean supposed to call at 6? - Um, I'll be back before then.
DOTTY: I hope so, because you know Dean, he is so prompt.
Now, if you're not here, where shall I say you'll be? At my club.
Ah.
What club? Hi.
Thank you.
WOMAN: I'll take that.
LEE: Mrs.
King.
- Yes.
- Hello, Mr.
Stetson.
- Lee.
Yes.
I thought this would be a nice change of pace from our usual encounters.
- Yes.
- Anyway, we're among friends so it's a safe place to talk.
- These people are your friends? - Hmm.
LEE: Would you care for some pâté? AMANDA: No.
No, I'm not hungry.
No.
No, thank you.
Excuse me.
I'm expecting a very important phone call so could you just tell me whatever it is you had to tell me? Yes.
We do have a lot to talk about.
Hi, Lee.
Celeste.
- Wanna dance? - No, I'm sorry.
Uh, I'd like you to meet Amanda King.
Celeste van Kreswinkle.
- Hello.
- Oh, that's marvelous.
You came dressed as a housewife.
- Heh, heh.
Oh, that's nutty.
- Yeah.
- Would you like to dance? - Yes.
[ORCHESTRA PLAYING SOFT JAZZ.]
How did you find me? - We have our ways.
AMANDA: Mm-hm.
I thought only Nazis and spies said that.
Well, I'm not a Nazi.
AMANDA: So you're a spy? - Actually, we don't say spy.
Aah.
I thought you were a gangster.
[SCOFFS.]
You understand that you can't mention me or this conversation to anyone.
Not your best friend.
Not your therapist.
Not even your husband.
Boyfriend.
I understand.
And not just for national security.
See, knowing our little secret puts your family in a very vulnerable position.
If they don't know anything, they can't be targets.
Mm-hm.
What about me? Champagne? Anyway, you can see why the package is so important.
Whatever's in it may stop our leak and these killings too.
Yes.
I understand.
Now, there is one little problem.
I wanted the package.
Why didn't you bring it? Insurance.
I figured if you were a gangster, you couldn't kill me if you needed me to get to it.
- That's how your mind works? Most people would be happy to get rid of that.
Most people wouldn't have taken the thing in the first place.
Most people wouldn't have called you up or met you at some party a party for which I was hideously underdressed so would you mind not yelling at me? [SIGHS.]
- Where are we? - We are in the garage.
Do you think that I would let those valets park my car a car that happens to be a classic 1963 Porsche ni Three-fift I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, this is It's just that this is very important to me and I am getting a lot of pressure.
It hasn't been my best day, either.
Anyway, let's just be glad that we're gonna get the whole thing straightened out.
Hmm? [AMANDA CHUCKLES.]
- What? - Oh, no, nothing.
[AMANDA SIGHS.]
LEE: What is it? - Well I just almost did the dumbest thing with your package.
[AMANDA LAUGHS.]
- What was that? - No.
You'd just laugh.
[AMANDA LAUGHS.]
[CAR TIRES SQUEALING.]
- Yeah, they're after the package.
- Who? They've got all the exits covered.
There they are.
Let's go.
- Get in.
AMANDA: Oh, my gosh.
[MAN SHOUTS.]
AMANDA: Who are those guys? Faster.
- Slow down.
LEE: I'm trying.
[AMANDA SCREAMS.]
LEE: Let go, let go.
AMANDA: They're catching us.
Faster.
LEE: Just calm down.
AMANDA: Hit the brakes.
LEE: What brakes? [AMANDA SCREAMS.]
Hang on.
[AMANDA SCREAMING.]
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
THUG: We'll get them later.
AMANDA: This is just great.
I'm sure I don't have to tell you how untoward this looks, dear.
No, Mother, you don't.
[SIGHS.]
I can't imagine the people that belong to this club of yours.
What kind of a club did you say that was again? Uh, Marine life, Mother.
To save the clams.
[WHISPERS.]
Get off the tulips.
I didn't know clams were an endangered species.
[SIGHS.]
[SNEEZES.]
DOTTY: Gesundheit.
- Mother, where is it? - Where is what? You missed Dean's call.
- The package I left on dining-room table.
- I mailed it.
Did you track water out there? [SIGHS.]
I hadn't heard from you, and I didn't know who you were and I didn't know what it was so I thought I would send it to a nice safe place.
You had it all wrapped up to send to Aunt Minnie in Maine so I tried to help you.
I don't drive, Amanda, so it was no picnic.
[SIGHS.]
Is this the dumb thing you almost did that would have made me laugh? BILLY: Let me repeat back your suggestion.
You'd like me to call the postmaster ask him to get out of bed, go downtown, open the post office and let you go rummaging around through tons of mail.
- Is that fairly accurate? - Yeah.
BILLY [O VER PHONE.]
: Are you by any chance aware that the limousine that you wrecked today belongs to the assistant to the chairman of Joint Chiefs of Staff? [O VER PHONE.]
And that I have been here all evening explaining that the joyriding gigolo who totaled his car was one of my men? - I was working, Billy.
- In a tuxedo? [O VER PHONE.]
No, Stetson, I will not call the postmaster because agents under suspension have no business going through other people's mail.
Gee, Billy, you're not saying I'm suspended.
- You're suspended? - A temporary setback.
Isn't this illegal? LEE: Yes.
Come on.
- Oh, no.
LEE: Go on.
[SIGHS.]
AMANDA: We've been here three hours.
I don't think we're ever gonna find your package.
You wrapped the lousy thing.
I was sure you would spot it.
Damn.
They must have gotten here before we did.
- Who? MAN: Hold it.
[AMANDA GASPS.]
MAN: Don't move.
LEE: Are you saying that I am still suspended? If you just hadn't broken into that post office WOMAN [O VER PA.]
: Colonel Shepherd to Communications, please.
All Forensics personnel to Level 2.
[AMANDA SIGHS.]
So do you like this work? I mean, do you get out a lot, or is it mostly tapping phones? What is it you say you do, dear? I'm a mother.
And I'm a den mother.
I'm looking for work.
- Actually, I do a lot.
- Yeah, sounds like it.
I guess I should have taken time for some of those things, but, uh I believe that it is never too late for today's woman to do anything she wants to do.
So now that I am a successful professional I've decided to go back to school.
- Oh.
Learning how to cook.
- Good for you.
- Hmm.
That Mrs.
Welch on TV? Giving me private lessons.
You know, Nancy R.
Won't boil an egg without her.
Nose job.
LEE: Anyway, I'm sorry I dragged you into all of this.
- Now, this sounds like a goodbye.
- It is.
You have another life to get back to.
AMANDA: Um Well, what about you? Don't you have another life to get back to? Not so you'd notice.
So never a Mrs.
Spy? No little spies? No girlfriends, no buddies? Look, you've heard the word Ioner? Ha, ha.
I hope you don't go to those singles bars.
You will never meet a nice girl in one Just don't worry about it, okay? - You have some place to go Thanksgiving? - Ah, Amanda.
[SIGHS.]
I happen to like being alone.
You'll notice I don't even work with a partner.
No, I hadn't noticed.
That's probably because we were too busy working together.
No, no, no.
You were not a partner.
You were an emergency.
A partner's a guy who laughs at jokes, loans you his socks and one day, takes a bullet through the head for you.
Were you two friends for a long time? Not long enough.
Goodbye, Amanda.
- Will I see you again? - No.
What are you gonna do? First of all, I am going to lick this case, clear my name then I thought I'd get drunk.
So goodbye, and thank you very much.
Goodbye.
AMANDA: I missed you, Dean.
DEAN: I missed you.
- Did you like the gift I brought you? AMANDA: Sure.
I needed new bookends.
Excuse me.
AMANDA: Hmm? - What is it, sweetheart? - Philip has something to tell you.
Now you're gonna get it.
What's the matter, sweetheart? What's wrong? - I opened the present.
- What present? The one on the dining-room table.
The one I put out to be mailed? - Just like he did last Christmas, remember? - Jamie, sweetheart, was that the one? Yes.
How much did you see? All of it, I guess.
- Just a little old crummy music box.
- Right.
The music box.
But I'm not the one who broke it.
It didn't work before I shook it.
- Just a little old card fell out.
- A card? What kind of a card? JAMIE: Just a little card with a little bit of writing on it.
BILLY: Jeffries? Last night, it was Fielding in Portland.
Tonight, Jeffries.
I want Lee Stetson back on the job, Dirk.
AMANDA: Psst! Psst! Psst! Psst! [SIGHS.]
- [WHISPERS.]
Hi.
- You sure know the hot spots.
Well, we couldn't exactly meet in the grocery store, could we? LEE: Heh.
- Anyway, isn't this where you guys meet? Like in sort of isolated places, kind of creepy and stuff? Yeah, only when we wear trench coats.
[IN NORMAL VOICE.]
Okay, okay.
Now, look, I wrote this down just the way Philip remembered it.
He's got a great memory, gets it from me.
"Duck â la Nathan Hale.
Valley Forge Flapjacks.
Pilgrim's Peach Puff.
" That's it? What do you mean "that's it"? Doesn't that mean anything? - No.
- No? I mean, I'll run it through our code department but to tell you the truth, it doesn't help an awful lot.
Oh.
- I thought it would.
- I know.
And I appreciate it.
Believe me.
Amanda, I think you ought to stay away from all of this.
People in my business have years of training.
It could get dangerous.
Even worse, you could screw things up.
Oh.
Well, ha, ha.
I certainly wouldn't wanna do that, would I? I mean, look, I'll be glad to stay away.
You think this is fun for me? Oh, that's a laugh.
- I was trying to help you keep your job.
- I've got my job.
Billy just called and wants me back.
Another murder tonight.
- Another agent got killed tonight? - Jeffries.
An awful nice guy too.
The night before, it was Fielding in Portland.
Anyway, they're giving me another assignment tomorrow.
Well [SIGHS.]
You'll be careful, won't you? Heh.
Hey.
WOMAN [ON TV.]
: Tummies and buns and stretch.
Lift.
Stretch.
Very good.
Stretch and up.
Straight and stretch.
Strong lady, toned and Duck â la Nathan Hale.
Valley Forge.
Flapjacks.
Pilgrims.
Peach.
Puff.
WOMAN [ON TV.]
: Three.
Four.
Three more.
- Pilgrim's Peach.
WOMAN [ON TV.]
: Three.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Duck â la Nathan Hale.
Valley Forge Flapjacks.
[DOTTY SIGHS.]
Even as a child, you weren't very neat in the kitchen.
These two recipes, I found them in your recipe box but they're not in the other cookbooks.
- No, of course not.
They're from the Colonial Cookery show.
You only get original recipes from Mrs.
Welch.
- Mrs.
Welch? - Did you see her show this morning? - No.
I had a migraine.
Oh.
But if the machine worked, I have it on tape.
MAN [ON TV.]
: And now here's Mrs.
Lydia Welch who comes to you live from her own Virginia kitchen.
WELCH [ON TV.]
: Welcome to my home.
Now, I want you to set those ovens at exactly 400 degrees.
And time is important here.
We will be baking for exactly one hour.
And what is the dish, you ask.
I call it Pilgrim's Peach Puff.
Oh.
That looks wonderful.
What do you think? Amand Amanda.
AMANDA: Yes, this is Amanda King calling.
What do you mean Mr.
Stetson doesn't answer his ring? Could you try again, please? Pilgrim's Peach Puff.
[O VER RADIO.]
Right on time.
[DOOR OPENS.]
AMANDA: Could you please try Mr.
Stetson again? Uh, yes, well, uh, could you see if he's picked up his messages, please? Yes, I'll hold.
Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Uh "The Killick Hitch Knot when properly executed, can be quickly untied.
" Gee, Mom, I guess you didn't properly execute it.
Thank you very much for pointing that out, sweetheart.
MAN: Stand up here now.
Is that unusual? He told me that he picks up his messages every two hours without fail Hello? [SIGHS.]
[CLEARS THRO AT.]
Oh.
Here are the broadcast dates of each of Mrs.
Welch's recipes.
Thank you, very much.
This will help our boys get their bear badges so much faster.
Wonderful.
BO Y: Hey.
No.
AMANDA: Excuse me, sweetheart.
I'll be right back.
Be right back.
Boys.
Excuse me.
There you go.
Okay.
All right.
[SIGHS.]
Duck â la Nathan Hale.
Broadcast the same day Fielding died in Portland.
Valley Forge Flapjacks the day Jeffries was killed.
Pilgrim's Peach Puff today.
Lee has a mission today.
This is none of my business.
AMANDA: Oh, good.
DOTTY: I'm sorry I'm late but there is no hurrying.
- Mother, something's come up.
I want you to take the boys home for me, all right? What? When will you be back? Amanda, Dean is coming to dinner.
I'll be back in plenty of time.
Just take the boys home for me.
DOTTY: Amanda, darling.
I suppose this goes without saying but a good relationship is nothing to tamper with.
Mother, I have an emergency.
At my club.
Clams again, dear? I hope I can look back on this someday and laugh.
Yoo-hoo.
Yeah? Hello.
You dropped your melon.
Would you like to buy some Cub Scout cookies? I have three boxes left.
We bought already, lady.
Well, okay.
Uh Thank you, anyway.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Let me help you.
MAN: What is this? They're all over the place.
Is she nuts? Cub Scout lady.
You down there? Cub Scout lady.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[FOOTSTEPS NEARBY.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
THUG: I'll be back, Stetson.
I say you're lying.
- There's no Operation Pinocchio.
LEE: Could be.
If I'm not lying, you were very smart not killing me at that warehouse.
If I am lying, at least I bought myself some time.
THUG: Yeah.
About 20 minutes.
[ELEVATOR WHIRS.]
WELCH: - Like a violent storm-tossed sea.
Always remember, dear, cooking is an art form and our tummies are nature's museums.
Finish it up.
The soufflé is delicious.
Lord knows I don't eat any.
FRANCINE: I feel a little woozy, Mrs.
Welch.
Oh, not to worry.
It's that 200-year-old sherry we put in the sauce.
There.
Sit down.
There we are.
[MO ANS.]
Olga.
Now, Francine, the last time you told us that the agency codes in the Tampa, Florida zone were gonna be changed.
- Special Agent Elwood Davis WELCH: Mm-hm.
will be arriving in Tampa tomorrow with the new code.
- You refer to Elwood Davis as Pears Paul Revere.
WELCH: Fine.
Now, that's fine, Francine.
FRANCINE: Hmm.
WELCH: Now, the usual Tampa rendezvous, where at the Furniture Mart? FRANCINE: Um, yeah.
- Francine.
Francine, the time.
Now what about the time? At 3.
Three o'clock.
Three-hundred degrees.
- Will he have a partner? - No.
No.
Bake for one hour.
Add whatever else you need to make this dish come out.
Now, our people in Tampa will be tuning in to the show tomorrow morning to get the data.
What about her? Don't worry about her.
She won't remember a thing.
She never does.
Get these file boxes into the cellar.
Goodbye, Mr.
Stetson.
Freeze.
[MAN GRUNTS.]
That is what you say, isn't it? Freeze? Yeah, usually when you're armed.
Untie me.
Oh, Lord.
The Killick Hitch.
Boy.
Come in.
Come on, get in.
Come on.
Feet on the pedals.
Right hand on the stick.
Left hand on the throttle.
- Why? - We're flying.
[GUNSHOT.]
[GUNSHOT.]
Here, I'll do the pedal.
More throttle.
More stick.
Let's get this thing up.
- Look out.
- We're losing altitude.
Pull it up.
Throttle.
Look out.
[SCREAMING.]
AMANDA: I hate this.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING.]
Why are we going back to the house? WELCH: It's not starting.
There's another car.
Take it.
- Pedal.
No, not that pedal.
- Pedal.
Which pedal? - It's lucky their car conked out.
- Lucky nothing.
I put sugar in the gas tank.
Philip did it once to Dean's car, it's never been the same.
[LEE SCREAMING.]
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
- How am I doing? - Doing just fine.
Open your eyes.
LEE: Whoa! There they are.
[GUNSHOT THEN AMANDA YELLS.]
[GUNSHOT.]
- Look out.
Pedal.
No, not that pedal.
- I don't know which pedal.
- What are you wearing? - What do you care? Whoa, look out.
[GUNSHOT.]
We gotta be doing something wrong here.
We're losing altitude.
Pull it up.
Throttle.
[GUNSHOT.]
Throttle.
Throttle.
[BOTH SCREAMING.]
We got them.
[SCREAMING.]
We got them.
We got them.
- Gee, I'm sorry about your car.
- My car? What am I gonna do? Land? Oh, Lord.
MAN [ON TV.]
: Television's Colonial Cooking lady AMANDA: Hi, everybody.
- today as the member of a espionage ring.
AMANDA: I'm home.
Apparently, the group is operating out of the TV personality's Virginia estate.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
DEAN: Hi, honey, it's Dean.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
DEAN: So how was your day? AMANDA: I couldn't get it out of my mind, that Duck â la Nathan Hale and Valley Forge Flapjacks, and all the recipes that Francine gave I put sugar in her gas tank because I knew when I saw the helicopter that was the only way we were gonna get out of there.
Those men had guns.
So, um, I ran up to the helicopter and I yelled, "Freeze," but I didn't have a gun.
Mr.
Stetson kicked the man and the man fell down.
I ran over to untie him but I couldn't because he was tied with a Killick Hitch.
I ran to the other side of the helicopter and I got in and we went up.
- Had you ever flown a whirlybird before? - It was just like my dishwasher.
Give it a good kick and it will go just fine.
Uh, we gotta go, Billy.
If there's a need, I trust we can count on your help on occasion.
What? Well, Lee, we do use civilians from time to time.
She's anonymous, idealistic, responsible and besides, maybe having her around will help you to be more careful.
LEE: Oh.
Does this job pay anything? I have been looking for work.
- Say goodbye, Amanda.
- Goodbye, goodbye.
Scarecrow.
I think we've finally found you a partner.
Knock it off, Billy.
FRANCINE: Oh, you two are darling together.
I understand she knits or something.
I'd button it, loose lips.
AMANDA: So if I work here, does that mean that I work with you? I mean, that's what you do.
You have partners? I might need some special training.
I'm not sure I have the right skills.
I type.
I don't shoot, you know? But I do love this area.
I'm crazy about it.
Fresh vegetables come in here and the boys' dentist is right around the block.
What I could do is I could drop them off, then I could go into spy headquarters and I could pick up a melon all at the same time.
Do you have a good vegetable man?
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