Everyone ready to travel to Shanghai?

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: I'm ready.

Davy: I am.

Micky: I just realized where I am... :P

(We open in the blue skies above the Atlantic Ocean as The Silver Falcon swoops into view. The camera moves into the cabin of the small plane. It's really a cargo plane reconfigured with a few seats up front. Peter studies a book. Mike, having traded his Fedora for pilot's goggles and headgear, drives the plane.)

Mike: Everyone ok back there?

*Davy seems annoyed, as Micky has a fairly tight grip on his arm.*

Davy: Been better, mate.

*Micky groans.*

(Peter is too busy studying his book to pay much attention to anyone else.)

Mike: We'll be landin' in Shanghai in about two hours.

Davy: Mike, what was the deal with those gangsters we fought off at the hanger?

Mike: I owe them a little money. Kinda botched a job I did for them.

Davy: How little money?

Mike: Oh, about five hundred thousand dollars' worth of opium I had to dump in the Pacific en route to LA when the Chinese cops figured out what I was doin'.

Davy: *eyes widen* Whoa!

Mike: They were in a generous mood. Told me business was good and I only had to pay them back for "expenses," which means fifty thou.

Davy: Ouch. Well, that does explain why you asked us for so much.

Mike: Kid, these guys don't play games. I don't want to think of what Pruitt would do to me if he got his hands on me. Takin' my baby would be the least of it. There'd probably be some creative torture in there, too, maybe some maimin'. I've heard 'bout what Pruitt and his boys do to pilots who don't do what they want.

Davy: *shakes his head* Well, hopefully, there is a treasure, and we’ll find it!

Peter: (Looks up from his book) This is fascinating. I'm reading up on lost African tribes. There isn't much on the Kalawahus here, but it says they were quite warlike and savage. (Eyes widen) Some say that they executed their criminals by covering them with molten gold!

Mike: (Shudders) Gruesome. Sounds like a real blast.

Davy: *looks over Micky's head* Peter, any chance you could put the book down for a moment and help pry Micky off of me? I'm starting to have a hard time breathing.

Peter: Micky, here. Let me sit with you a while. (Sighs) I wish Lauren was here. She's almost always able to get Micky to calm down.

Micky: *head whips up* Lauren! She called earlier. That LeMarque guy is working with the gangsters, and they want ALL of the pieces of the map. *frowns at Peter* Not to mention the guy really seems to like Valerie.

Davy: *groans* Thanks for sharing that NOW, Mick.

Mike: Swell. Do they know which gangsters? There's still a lot out there.

Micky: Pre...Pri...Pru...uhhh...

Mike: (Growls; eyes narrow) Pruitt. Same assholes who jumped us at the hanger.

Micky: Yeah, that's it.

Peter: (Sighs) So the same group of gangsters who want money from you want the maps from us.

Mike: I don't know what they'd do with the city, though. I can understand why they want the treasure...

Peter: Magic. They want the secret of eternal youth.

Mike: They...huh?

Peter: That's what they want to sell. The Lost City of Gold is said to hold the secret of eternal youth. According to this book, English and French military and hunters in Africa used to tell fantastic tales of a tribe of young people living in the interior of Africa who never seemed to age. One Belgian military group captured a group of warriors on a routine hunt in Darkest Africa. They kept the men as indentured servants for 40 years, and they never aged a day. Even when they died, they were still as young and strong as the day they were brought to the camp.

Mike: Ok, NOW I've heard everything.

Peter: I don't really believe the story myself...but what else would they be after? The treasure would be worth a great deal, but it would be easier to sell it on the black market than to a country.

Davy: Which is exactly what gangsters are looking for.

Mike: They're probably hopin' to sell it to Hitler and some of those other guys talkin' war in Europe and Japan.

Micky: *whines* Are we there yet?!

Mike: No, Mick, we ain't there yet.

*Micky whimpers.*

Peter: You can sit with me for a little while, Micky. I don't mind.

*Micky joins Peter and latches onto him.*

Peter: As soon as we check into our hotel and Micky settles down, why don't we take another look at the map and see if the girls have arrived yet?

Mike: I don't know. It don't sound like these lady friends of yours want our help.

Peter: If there's gangsters after us, we're all going to need each other's help. (Mutters) No matter what Valerie thinks.

Davy: Lauren's with them, so I'm sure Mick will want to check on her.

Micky: *looks up briefly at Davy* Daphne's with them, too.

Davy: *eyes widen* Daph's with them?

Mike: Your girlfriend, kid?

Davy: *nods* Yeah, she is.

Peter: And Valerie is...was...mine. We had some problems.

Mike: You're better off without her, Professor. Women just cramp your style.

Micky: *quietly* Not true.

Peter: (Shakes his head) Valerie and I work really well together. We have such good times... (frowns) at least, we used to.

Davy: And Daphne's a great girl...

Peter: You're really crazy about her, Davy. I can tell from those stars in your eyes.

Davy: Well...

Micky: *mutters* If only he'd tell her...

Mike: None of that mushy stuff for me! I'm just free n' easy. Don't take up with any girl for longer than I can help it.

Peter: You must be lonely.

Mike: Sometimes. But mostly, I'm free. I go where I want, when I want...when I don't have a job, of course.

Micky: *looks up again; he's a little pale* Are we THERE yet?

Mike: No, Mick!

Peter: (Hugs Micky's shoulders) We'll be there soon, Micky. And when we get there, we'll check out the map and figure out where to go next.

*Micky moans.*

Davy: He's not looking too good.

Mike: Hey Professor, how did you get that map in the first place? That doesn't seem like the kinda thing that usually just falls into your lap.

Peter: I, er, bought it from someone.

Mike: Oh, yeah? Who?

Peter: Well, um, I...bought it from a group.

Davy: Uh, fellas? Mick's looking a little green...

Mike: Oh shit. Professor, there's some brown bags under the seat. They're supposed to be for trash and hidin' stuff, but I think we'll need them for somethin' other than stuffin' drugs.

Peter: Right. (Quickly grabs a brown bag from under the seat and throws it at Micky) Here! (He takes off for the other side of the plane)

*The moment the bag hits Micky's hands, he leans over, away from the camera so all we see is his back as his stomach decides to empty itself.*

Mike: (Makes a face) You guys are payin' extra for this.

Davy: Hey, we got the bag to him in time!

Mike: It ain't gonna cover the smell!

Peter: (He's looking a little green himself) Are there two bags under there? I'm not feeling well...

Mike: Could you lose your lunch out a window or somethin'?

Davy: Bloody...

(We fade out on the look on Mike's face before we can see if Peter does follow Micky or not. Fade back in on the ballroom in the Montgomery House.)

Mike: How was that?

Emma: Baby, that was gross!

Micky: *Glares at Mike* Yeah, thanks a lot for making me get sick.

Lauren: Mick, he was being truthful.

Micky: So? He didn't have to put it in the story! He could've had me handle it just fine!

Mike: I thought it was funny.

Peter: Micky, we're the only ones who are listening to this story. It's not like it's being broadcasted to the world.

*Micky raises an eyebrow, then looks right into the camera.*

Lauren: *Elbows him* Don't do that, Mick.

Emma: Well then, who wants to go next? (Makes a face) Preferably with less relieving of the contents of stomachs.

Valerie: How about you, Lauren?

Lauren: Okay. So, the ladies, LeMarque, and his crew reach Shanghai...

(We fade out on the ballroom and fade in on a sepia-toned map of the western US, the Pacific Ocean, and Asia in 1935. A blue dotted line curves over the words "Pacific Ocean," representing the boys, and a red dotted line goes under them - the girls. The red dotted line arrives in Shanghai, China before the blue one does.)

(Dissolve from the map to a marketplace teeming with buyers and sellers of everything possible, from fresh fish to Oriental-style silk gowns and blouses to tea to paper fans and umbrellas to animals. The camera moves into a more modern-looking restaurant. LeMarque and the four women study the map over bowls of noodles and vegetables and a steaming pot of tea.)

Valerie: The map says to go east of town, down to the mountains?

LeMarque: (Nods) There are many secrets buried in the mountains west of here. Perhaps our secret of immortality is buried too, yes?

Emma: Immortality?

LeMarque: Eternal youth, my little writer. The Kalawahus were said to hold the secret of eternal youth.

Emma: (Grins) Sounds like the plot of a good adventure story to me. Or the fantasy stuff that some of the stranger boys in college used to read.

LeMarque: (Looks at his watch) I have to meet some friends. Why don't we get together again for dinner? Say, at the Laughing Dragon Club? It's supposed to be a very hot spot, no pun intended.

Valerie: Ooh, I've heard of them! They're one of the top nightspots in Shanghai!

Daphne: I've heard of it, too! I was hoping I'd be able to go there some day!

Emma: Certainly intriguing. I never get to wear a gown, like Joan Crawford or Norma Shearer.

Lauren: Boring.

Emma: Maybe the Boston Celtics will be there.

Lauren: *folds her arms* I doubt it.

LeMarque: (Kisses Valerie's hand) I must go, ma cheri. My colleagues await. (Sighs) Every moment away from you will seem like eternity.

Valerie: Tres agreement.

(Emma rolls her eyes.)

*Lauren snorts.*

Valerie: (Sighs) What a gentleman!

Emma: (To Lauren) What a ham.

Lauren: Ham doesn't cover it.

Valerie: (As the waiter brings their check, Valerie gently rolls the map into her purse) Let's go shopping. We need to pick up more supplies for Africa, and maybe we can ask people about those mountains. I want to know who made this map in the first place. There's no indication of where or how the map got into three pieces, or how it got out of Africa in the first place.

Emma: I need to soak up local color for my story.

("Your Auntie Grizelda" begins as the four women walk into the marketplace. They pass by a phone booth. We see LeMarque inside, talking animatedly to someone. He looks very annoyed and frustrated.)

(Emma stops at a fishmonger's to watch the men clean and cut fish. As she leans over to inspect one of the cuts of fish, a knife goes flying over her head and into the wall! Emma bounces back up, having never noticed the knife. She buys two cuts of fish and leaves.)

*Lauren runs into a cart selling scents and other natural items. She shakes her head, not interested, but the man at the cart won't take no for an answer. Lauren tries to walk away, but the cart owner grabs her arm. She spins around, her arm making contact with the man's upper chest, knocking him INTO the cart. Lauren brushes her hands off as she walks away.*

(Valerie and Emma watch a group of acrobats in the square. Valerie is so involved with watching them get into a huge, intricate pyramid, she doesn't notice one trying to reach for her purse, where she put the map! The crowd claps as the acrobats finish their act. The acrobat keeps trying to reach for Valerie's purse, but she and Emma finally walk away, moving out his grasp. The acrobat finally leans too far and lets go of the man next to him. This sets off a chain reaction that ends with all the acrobats on top of one another on the ground.)

(Valerie and Emma stop to watch a man with several trained monkeys perform. The monkeys scamper here and there, doing funny little dances and making everyone laugh. One monkey scampers right over to Valerie's purse and opens it, looking for something. Valerie thinks he wants food and gives him a cookie. He shrugs and walks off with his cookie...before getting knocked off Valerie's purse when she moves.)

*Daphne and Lauren stop to watch a street performer. They nod to each other, then start to leave. The street performer was working with fire and blew a gust right where the girls had been standing! The performer makes a face and goes on with his act.*

(Emma stops by a book seller. She pulls a book off of a shelf. The book triggers a small dart...which just misses Emma and hits a huge lady behind her. The lady passes out, knocking over several other customers. They, in turn, knock over the shelf Emma took the book off of! The book seller snaps his fingers in annoyance, but changed his expression to pleasure when Emma comes over to him to buy the book.)

(Valerie just barely misses a huge log falling on her as she walks past a woodcutter's.)

(Emma stops to admire a group of women preparing tea. One woman pours something dark into a cup. She hands the cup to Emma and insists that she drinks it. Lauren runs over to Emma at this moment to pull her over to a group of dancers in the square. Emma leaves her tea on the table, amid several similar cups. The woman looks around the table frantically, trying to figure out which cup is Emma's. When Emma and Lauren return, she gives the girls two cups. They sip their tea and thank the woman, who looks flustered. The woman grabs another cup off the table and drinks it...and passes out.)

(Valerie and Daphne try on two lovely Chinese-style dresses. The women squeeze them as tightly as they can into the dresses while the shop owner goes through Valerie's purse. She finally throws up her hand in exasperation and puts everything back in. Much to the surprise of the two shop girls, the girls don't mind being squeezed. The tighter dresses make them look thinner! They both buy their dresses. Valerie orders three and has them shipped back to Beverly Hills.)

(Emma and Lauren order canned food, fruit, and vegetables. The fruit seller tries to offer the girls two rare citrus fruits, but they try to explain that they're not hungry. Valerie and Daphne come up to them with their purchases. They pull them away as the man leans over to look into Valerie's purse...and falls right into a fruit stall! When the other clerks go to clean up after him, they find him passed out amid the very fruit he was trying to sell to the girls, a needle sticking out of his neck.)

Emma: (As the song ends and the girls hurry away from the fruit stall) Goodness, people sure are clumsy here!

Lauren: Yeah. I wonder if everyone's like that here?

Valerie: Good thing I put the map in my coat. Who knows what might have happened to it among all these klutzes?

Emma: I think we might be safer at the hotel. Besides, I want to read the books I found on Africa.

Valerie: I agree. Let's get some rest. After all, we're going out to one of Shanghai's finest establishments tonight. We'll want to be prepared and look our best.

Daphne: Right!

Lauren: *sighs* Do I HAVE to go?

Emma: I want to do some more research for my story and see if I can get Jack Benny on the shortwave radio.

Valerie: Lauren, the rest of us are going. It'll be better than sitting around in our hotel room moping.

Lauren: Who says I'd be moping?

Emma: There will be food and good-looking men.

Lauren: I already have Micky, and I'm sure the hotel has good food...

Daphne: Oh come on, Lauren! Besides, Micky won't know.

Lauren: But I will!

Emma: Lauren, we may need a bodyguard.

Lauren: Well...

Valerie: Yeah. If the waiters are as clumsy as the shop people, we may end up with them in our laps.

Emma: That's not what worries me.

Daphne: *leans over to Lauren* In other words, more than likely, you'll get to beat someone up.

Lauren: *half grin* Alright. I'll go.

Emma: (Sighs) Guys, we really should tell Val what we heard, now that we have the time.

Valerie: Tell me what?

Emma: Daphne and I overheard LeMarque talking to his bosses. We think (sighs) that he's in league with someone who wants to sell the Lost City of Gold and that "secret of eternal youth" to one of the fascist countries in Europe or here in Asia.

Valerie: That's silly! A gentleman like LeMarque wouldn't be mixed up with anyone who'd do a thing like that!

Emma: Times are hard, Valerie. You know that better than anyone. People can be pushed into doing desperate things during hard times.

Daphne: That's right. Besides, we heard it right from him, and he had no idea anyone was listening.

Emma: And did he ever really say who he worked for? Has he told you the name of his company?

Valerie: Yes. He works for Past, Present, and Future enterprises.

Emma: (Frowns) I've heard of them. They're supposedly antiquities dealers.

Valerie: His boss recently took over after the owner lost tons of money in some kind of scandal involving illegal smuggling.

Emma: I wonder if they're continuing the smuggling despite the scandal.

Lauren: I wouldn't put it past them.

Valerie: But I'm sure LeMarque would never be involved in such things!

Emma: (Sighs) Why don't we discuss it back at the hotel? I still don't think we're safe out here...and not just because the locals can't seem to stand upright to save their lives.

Valerie: (Nods) Come along, ladies. I already made sure the rest of our order would be sent along to the Hydrosail Boat.

(The camera moves to a building overlooking the spot where the girls stand. We see two people watching them with binoculars behind the fancy top of a pagoda. They start arguing, waving small guns at the girls. We can clearly see more needles sticking out of the barrel of the gun. One man gives the other a shove. The man goes flying off the top of the pagoda...and right into the camera! The picture shakes heavily, then goes black.)

(Cut back to more blackness as the remaining camera focuses on the darkness of the early morning. Peter and Valerie sit at the table. Emma and Lauren have joined Mike on the bandstand. Davy and Daphne are on the floor next to the bandstand. Micky's still fiddling around with his chemistry set.)

Peter: (Laughs) Lauren, that was hilarious!

Valerie: Am I really that naive?

Lauren: *shrugs* I embellished a little, Val.

Mike: Ok, who's next?

Emma: I haven't gone. I want to do the nightclub!

Mike: Sure, darlin'. Take it away.

Emma: Ok! (She leans over) Picture it. Night in Shanghai, circa 1935. The lights from a thousand neon signs compete with old-style Chinese architecture for dominance of the landscape. Shanghai's main drag is lined with fifty different clubs, but the most popular is the Laughing Dragon. The Laughing Dragon is the Queen of Shanghai's nightlife, and with good reason...

(The camera turns from Emma as she tells the story to the windows and the dark morning light again. When it draws back, it reveals that we're still in the ballroom set, but it now looks far more elaborate, with lots of red, green, and black art deco trappings. Mirrored wall panels glitter. Huge crystal chandeliers sparkle.)

(The girls enter first. Emma wears a long red gown trimmed with sequins and tulle, with big red tulle sleeves and a rose on her waist. Daphne wears a simple pink gown sprinkled with small pink stones, and pink and white accents at the chest.)

*Lauren wears a black pantsuit with a purple blouse, her hair pulled up in the usual ponytail. She has a small shoulder bag hanging off her arm. She looks around, wrinkling her nose.*

(Valerie comes in last on LeMarque's arm. She wears a yellow gown with fitted sleeves and a sweeping tulle skirt. He wears a black and white tuxedo with a red cumberbun and a matching carnation.)

Valerie: Oh my, it's all so opulent!

Emma: This beats the heck out of the Chinese place on 4th and Main I usually go to when I want Oriental atmosphere.

LeMarque: I want nothing but the best for my lovely mademoiselles.

Daphne: I could spend many a night dancing away here.

LeMarque: Why don't we get settled first? (He turns to a waiter, who nods and takes them to a table close to the dance floor) The best table in town.

Valerie: Oh Jacques, this is amazing!

LeMarque: (As he and the girls head for the table) Order what you wish tonight, mademoiselles. We'll put it on my boss' tab.

Emma: (As the waiter takes their orders) I can't believe this! Me, being seen among the smart set!

Valerie: (As a tall, slender blonde woman in a Chinese-style sequined wrap dress begins the Cole Porter song "Anything Goes," sung in Chinese and performed with a chorus of young Chinese women) This is a lot more interesting than star-gazing at the nightclubs at home.

Lauren: *leans closer to Daphne* I'm bored already.

*Daphne just shakes her head, grinning.*

(Cut to the doorway again. A group of men in expensive tuxedoes enter. One of them is Pruitt, the man who attacked the boys in the hanger in LA. Pruitt wears a white tuxedo trimmed in black, with a black cumberbun and a white carnation. The other men wear regular white and black tuxes. They make a beeline for the girls and LeMarque's table.)

Pruitt: Well, hello there, Jacques! Fancy meeting you here. (He sits between Valerie and Lauren) And who are your lovely friends?

LeMarque: (Sighs) These are the Mademoiselles Cartwright (nods at Valerie), Morgani (Daphne waves), Redmer (Emma grins), and Miller (Lauren makes a face). They are my guests tonight.

Pruitt: (Smiles) They are quite attractive. (Takes Lauren's hand and kisses it)

*Lauren wipes the back of her hand on her pants, clearly unimpressed.*

Pruitt: Charming girl. Quite feisty. (He turns to Valerie) I've been wanting to meet you for a long time, Miss Cartwright. I understand you have a fragment of an antique map on your person. I would very much like to buy it.

Valerie: (Shakes her hand) It's not for sale.

Pruitt: I'm prepared to pay you a very handsome price.

Valerie: I don't care what you pay me. It's still not for sale.

Pruitt: I could give you anything you wanted. Diamonds, jewels, money for your business...

Valerie: (Hesitates when he mentions her business, but then) No. It's not for sale, at any price.

Pruitt: Come now, there must be something.

Valerie: This map is very precious to me.

LeMarque: Pruitt, why not leave Mademoiselle alone? She obviously wants to keep the secret of eternal youth to herself.

Pruitt: Mademoiselle Cartwright, there are men in Europe, powerful men, who would kill to get their hands on the Lost City of Gold and the secret it supposedly contains. You could fetch at least a million dollars or more selling that to, oh, Germany, or maybe Spain...

Valerie: Certainly not! I don't think there's any such thing. If there's anything beyond a pile of ruins, I'll sell part of it for my business and my colleagues, and donate the rest to museums in Los Angeles.

Lauren: Besides, *puts up a fist* they'd have to get through ME first!

Emma: How do you know about the map?

Pruitt: The map was originally part of a routine antiques shipment from Shanghai. Someone got their hands on our shipment when it arrived in Los Angeles and tore the map. One part of the map ended up in an antique shop in the Los Angeles area. One is still in our possession. The last is now in the possession of a college teacher, but we'll soon have it back in our hands.

(Cut to the entrance again. This time, it's the guys who come in. Mike wears an all-white tux, except for his black cumberbun. Peter wears a plain and slightly ill-fitting black-and-white tuxedo.)

*Davy wears a maroon tux with a black cummerbund, with a matching handkerchief in his breast pocket. Micky wears a normal tuxedo, but still has his goggles on his forehead and scarf around his neck.*

Mike: Micky, can't you at least lose the goggles?

Micky: Mike, do you want me to look fashionable, or be able to see where I'm going? These are the only glasses I've had that I haven't broken yet!

Peter: Maybe we could lead you around the floor?

Micky: No thanks, I'd rather be able to see for myself. *pushes the goggles down over his eyes and sticks his tongue out*

Davy: Him and fashionable do not go together.

Peter: (Eyes widen; indicates the table where the girls are) Val? What's she doing here?

Mike: (His eyes get pretty big, too) Shit. They're with Pruitt and his boys.

Peter: I hope they aren't going to hurt them.

Micky: *makes a face* Perhaps we should invite ourselves over there.

Mike: Yeah. Maybe we'd better. (He and the guys go over to the now-very-crowded table. Mike gets between Emma and Valerie) Mind if we cut in?

Emma: Mike! Mike Nesmith! What in the hell are YOU doing here?

Mike: (He nearly jumps right back out of his seat again) Em? How did you...

Pruitt: I see you two know each other.

Emma: (Narrows her eyes) Yes. It's not pleasant.

Mike: Em, don't start here! I'll explain later.

*Micky leans between Lauren and Pruitt, grinning at Pruitt.*

Peter: (Grabs Valerie's hand as an instrumental version of "Don't Call On Me" begins) You know, that's a really nice song. Why don't we all dance to it?

Micky: What a neat idea! *turns to Lauren and grabs her hand*

Davy: *puts his hand out to Daphne* Luv, I would be honored to dance with you.

Daphne: And I'd love to dance with you!

Micky: *waggles his eyebrows* Well, Lauren, wanna cut a rug with me?

Lauren: I'd love to, Micky.

*Davy and Daphne head out to the dance floor next.*

Mike: Care to dance with me, lady? (He takes Emma's hand)

Emma: Not really, but there's some things I'd like to ask you. (Hisses in his ear) Like what you're doing here after abandoning me in that little apartment in LA three years ago!

Mike: I had no idea you were here. If I did, I might not have come.

Emma: You...you... (But Mike takes her hand and pulls her out to the dance floor before she can continue)

LeMarque: (As they head for the dance floor) Boss, should we not stop them?

Pruitt: We'll bide our time, then let the men cut in when necessary. For now (he waves a waiter over) let's drink.

(Cut to Emma and Mike, who dance together on the floor. Mike holds Emma close to him.)

Emma: (Angry) Damn it! Mike, why did you leave?

Mike: I had a bunch of cops on my tail, ok?

Emma: Mike, do you think I was stupid? I knew what your job was! I know how you feel about that plane of yours. (She leans against him) Why didn't you talk to the military, like I suggested? A war hero...

Mike: (Growls) I ain't no hero, Em. I was barely a kid. I didn't know what I was doin' in France. None of us did, really. They wanted nuthin' to do with us after the boys all came home.

Emma: You're a flying ace! You've won medals! You showed them to me! Shouldn't you be proud of that?

Mike: I ain't done much to be proud of. (He pulls Emma close to him) 'Cept be with you.

Emma: (Softly) You destroyed my heart when you left, Mike. I wasn't much more than a kid myself, and I was so wild about you. A soldier, a man of the world, a flyer, loving a girl who'd just jumped off a train from the only home she'd ever really known...

Mike: Em...I couldn't take you with me. I'm a wanted man. I have cops on my tail all the time, I deal in scuzzy things that....well, you're better than that. You need someone who can give you a real home and family. I'm married to the sky, darlin'.

Emma: I didn't care about that! I wanted YOU!

Mike: And I...oh, I was stupid, I guess. I didn't know what I wanted. (He gently takes her chin) But I didn't want you gettin' hurt.

Emma: (Pulls away before he can kiss her) Mike, what are you doing here?

Mike: Those guys I came in with hired me to charter them to Shanghai and Africa. I really need the money.

Emma: (Bitterly) You always need the money.

Mike: That's how I live, darlin'. I earn money, I spend it, I earn some more.

Emma: How did you know LeMarque and Pruitt and the other men?

Mike: I never saw the little oily French guy before, but Pruitt and I...we go way back. I've done jobs for him before, and my latest...well, let's say I owe him money.

Emma: You owe him money. How much?

Mike: A lot. (Sighs) Why ask questions, darlin'? Can't we just dance?

Emma: But... (He puts his finger on her lips)

Mike: Talk later. For now, let's dance.

*Davy and Daphne dance, Daphne resting her head on Davy's shoulder.*

Davy: What are you doing here, luv?

Daphne: Lauren and the others asked me to come along. I thought it might be kinda fun. What about you?

Davy: Mick asked me along. I also thought it might be fun...and potentially profitable.

Daphne: It WOULD be nice if there was a profit to be made.

Davy: Yes, it would, luv. Yes, it would.

(As they swirl around, the gangsters begin to mill around. One goes to Micky and Lauren, checking them out.)

Micky: Lauren, what's wrong?

Lauren: I don't like this place. I've just got a bad feeling about it...

Micky: *grins* Nah, it's just that you don't like this kinda place. I'm still gonna help you with that.

Lauren: *sighs* Okay, Mick...

(The gangster finally comes between Micky and Lauren, grinning.)

Gangster #1: Hey baby, wanna dance?

Micky: What the...

Lauren: Uh, no, not with you. You see, I was already dancing with my boyfriend. *motions to Micky, who waves at the gangster*

Micky: *points to himself* Me boyfriend.

Gangster #1: Yeah, but I'm better.

Lauren: Doubt it. *attempts to push the gangster aside and go back to Micky*

Gangster #2: (He tries to cut in on Valerie and Peter) Hey, the boss really wants to see you.

Valerie: I really don't want to see him.

Gangster #2: Where's that map?

Valerie: It's in a safe place!

Gangster #1: (Takes Lauren's hand a little drunkenly) Aw, come on, cutie...

Micky: That's it... *spins the gangster and socks him in the chin*

(The gangster falls into the one who was menacing Valerie and Peter as "You're So Good" begins. They go right between Valerie and Peter and into the table Pruitt and LeMarque were sitting at! Pruitt and LeMarque jump away before they get hurt. Pruitt makes a face at the tiny blotch of purple wine on his suit collar.)

(Gangsters surround Mike and Emma. Mike grins and hits two guys in the chin at once! Emma knees another in a sensitive spot.)

*Davy and Daphne continue to dance.*

(Emma smashes a chair over one of the gangster's heads.)

*Lauren and Micky double-team another gangster as Lauren pulls his jacket over his head and Micky sucker-punches the guy in the stomach.*

(Mike hits one guy...only to be smacked against two more. The three hit the wall, releasing a net full of red, white, and black balloons that were attached to the ceiling.)

(There's confusion everywhere! Chorus girls run here. Gangsters run there. Valerie and Peter make their way through the mess. Suddenly, Valerie realizes she's missing something. The map must have fallen out of her jacket! They crawl around on the floor, looking for the map amid the balloons and broken furniture.)

*Davy and Daphne still continue to dance.*

(The blonde singer screams and ducks away as Mike and Emma pull down a gong used to introduce the dance acts and hide from flying bullets behind it. Mike pulls out a gun of his own and starts shooting. Emma throws every piece of glass she can get her hands on.)

*Lauren and Micky punch and kick anyone who gets in their way.*

(Peter and Valerie continue their search for the map. Valerie spots it under a table, but one of the chorus girls accidentally kick it away.)

(Emma shoves balloons down the pants of a gangster who tries to grab at them and pushes him to the ground. He sits down hard...and jumps right back up from the pop in his pants.)

Peter: (Over the music) Where is it?

Valerie: (Points to the map, laying against one of the orchestra podiums) There it is! (They crawl up to the bandstand and try to pull it away from the where it's lodged, between the strings of the bass fiddle. The bass player isn't too happy. He tries to slap their fingers away! Valerie manages to grab the map just as the musician throws his bow at them.)

Mike: (Peter and Valerie join him and Emma as the song winds down) I think it's time we got outta here.

Pruitt: (He appears behind them; LeMarque is with him. Both have guns) Drop it, Nesmith. None of you are going anywhere.

*Just then, Pruitt and LeMarque are tapped on their shoulders. They turn to find Davy and Micky, who punch the two men right in the jaw. LeMarque and Pruitt sag to the floor. Micky and Davy shake hands.*

Peter: (Grins as the girls come up behind them) Nice work, guys.

Mike: Where in the hell have you been?

Micky: *jerks a thumb at Davy* He was dancing. Lauren & I were dealing with a couple bad guys of our own.

Davy: What? No one was bothering us.

Peter: (Sees the police officers come in and the manager point at them) Um, I think our night on the town just ended.

Mike: Uh, yeah. Who's for gettin' some air?

Emma: And fast!

Micky: Lets go!

(They all hurry out the door at once as we fade out.)