Everyone ready to go out to dinner?

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: Sounds good!

Micky: You bet!

Davy: I am.

(We open right where we left off, with Emma, Mike, Micky, and Lauren sitting together on the beach, watching Peter and Valerie dance and Daphne and Davy chase each other.)

Emma: As much as I hate to break a wonderful romp up (looks at her watch), I think it's time we started getting back to the Tangika House. We need to get ready for dinner.

Lauren: *Nods* I'm getting hungry.

Mike: In that case, we'd better get goin'. (They all stand. Val and Peter run over to them first)

Valerie: It's getting pretty late, isn't it?

Emma: Yeah. Time to go back to our rooms and get ready for dinner.

Micky: Let’s head back.

(Emma waves Davy and Daphne over. The eight turn back on the path and head towards the houses. This time, the camera focuses on Peter and Valerie, who hang back.)

Valerie: Isn't it beautiful here, Peter? (Smiles) You know, I'm almost glad the devils did send me to that deserted island in November. I might not have come up with the idea of this vacation!

(They make their way past the main building and back down the paths, with their trees and flower beds.)

Peter: It certainly is, Valerie.

Valerie: We all need to get away. Things have been so tense lately!

Peter: *Nods* Yes, they have.

Valerie: Everyone's been at each other's throats...when they've been at home. Micky's been gone so much or attending to Lauren.

Peter: *Sighs* And Michael constantly worried about the business.

Valerie: And I've had Headquarters work, and you've had school work, and we've all had our own children. (As they make it back to the tiki house) I think this will be a big help for all of us. It might help us with working together again, too.

Peter: I agree. We really need this, maybe even more than we thought.

Valerie: Peter... (she takes his hand) ...I never wanted to divorce you last year. I was upset with what happened, and frightened. You weren't yourself anymore.

Peter: No, I wasn't me. I may never be that person again, but I'm trying to come close.

Valerie: I've missed you so much. (She follows the others into the house; pulls out her key) There's another reason I wanted this trip. (Opens the door) I wanted to spend more time with you. See if we could bring some spark back into our relationship.

Peter: Perhaps we finally have the right opportunity...

Valerie: (Smiles and puts her hand on Peter's shoulder) Want to take a little opportunity before we go to dinner?

Peter: I'd love to.

(Valerie pulls Peter into their room. The camera fades out as the door shuts, and we hear the sounds of noisy love-making. Mike sticks his head out their door to see who it is...and raises his eyebrows when he realizes where it's coming from.)

(Fade back in on the front of the main building. Mike and Emma are there first. Emma wears a periwinkle blue sundress with a blue dotted skirt; Mike wears a blue suit.)

Emma: (Sighs) Figures we're the first ones here! I'm hungry!

Mike: I think the others were busy, darlin'. (Pulls at his cuffs)

*Davy and Daphne appear next, holding hands. Davy wears a velour jacket and black slacks with a white shirt. Daphne wears a dark red sleeveless dress and matching ballet slippers, a black handbag tucked under her free arm.*

Mike: Hey, guys. You look good.

Emma: Ready for dinner?

Daphne: We sure are.

Mike: Should be a pretty decent meal.

Emma: If you boys can behave yourselves.

Davy: Who, us?

Emma: Yes, you. I've seen you four eat together. You're worse than the kids.

Davy: We'll try to be better. (Sighs) Okay, I'LL try to be better.

Mike: Please. I know how to behave like an adult.

Emma: (Mutters) Sometimes.

(Peter and Valerie appear at this point, hand in hand and looking a little dazed. Valerie wears a light spring suit in lemon yellow. Peter wears a shirt, chinos, and his beads.)

Mike: Have a good time, guys?

Valerie: Yes, we did.

Peter: Oh yeahhhhh.....

Emma: (Chuckles) I think the whole tiki house heard.

Valerie: I hope so. It's nice to be the ones rocking the roof for once!

Peter: Uh-huh....

Mike: Well, now we just need the other two, speakin' of rockin' the house.

*Micky and Lauren arrive last. Micky wears a black suit jacket over a polo shirt and jeans with his usual tennis shoes. Lauren wears a blue top and loose black slacks.*

Mike: And here's the latecomers. Got busy and lost track of time?

Micky: Actually, Lauren fell asleep, and I hated to wake her up.

Emma: That's an even better explanation.

Mike: Ok, now that we're here, let's eat. I'm starved.

Micky: Me too.

Mike: Mick, with you, that goes without sayin'.

(They enter the main building, with Mike holding the door. Cut to what looks like the dining room set from "The Bake-Off" repainted in pastels, with more tiki trappings and potted palms. A young Asian girl in a yellow jacket seats them in a large, circular booth.)

Mike: Well, (as he squeezes between Emma and Lauren) isn't this cozy?

Peter: I hope nobody has to go to the bathroom.

Emma: It was the only seat they had big enough for all eight of us.

Mike: Hey Mick, how's all those jobs of yours going?

Micky: *Shrugs* Busy, crazy, insane, non-stop, annoying, irritating...

Peter: That well, huh?

Mike: You've been kind of hard to find lately.

Valerie: I was wondering when you, Davy, Tommy, and Bobby were going to come up with some new material. (Looks at him) Or if.

Micky: Because I'm running from one place to another, trying to keep everything and everyone from flying off the handle.

Peter: Valerie, we said we wouldn't discuss any business here.

Mike: Mick, maybe it's about time you dropped some of those 600 jobs of yours.

Micky: *Frowns* I don't know how.

Mike: Start by sayin' "I quit" to some of those folks... (grins) ...so you can come work for me.

Micky: That really makes me wanna run right out and do it. *sighs* What I meant was, how do I choose what to keep? They're all important to me.

Valerie: Well, I know something you can drop. (Sighs) Tommy and Bobby told me they had an offer from another company as studio musicians. That's really how they're happiest. They wanted to buy out their remaining Headquarters contracts.

Peter: Micky, which of your construction jobs are the most important?

Micky: Well... *sighs* I don't know. They're ALL important to me.

Peter: Maybe when we get back, we can help you try to prioritize your jobs. I think that's your problem. You can't keep doing everything, Micky, and then going out and partying all night. That's what I did, and it nearly killed me.

Micky: *Voice grows smaller* I don't party ALL night...

Mike: When was the last time you were home before 4 AM?

Micky: Umm...

Peter: Micky, this is what happened to me. I almost lost my family because of it.

Mike: If you jump in with the devils, boy...

Micky: *Exclaims* I'm not that... *realizes what he’s saying and finishes quietly* desperate.

*Lauren rubs Micky's shoulder as he frowns.*

Peter: That's why I'm glad we're catching this now.

Mike: Mick, I'm offerin' you a job with Magnetic South. You too, Dave. We're gonna need talented writers, actors, and directors like you two. Between the two of you, you know more about show business than some people who have been in Hollywood since Cecil B. DeMile directed his first blockbuster.

Davy: Count me in.

Micky: *Nods* Okay...

Peter: I'll contribute music, but right now, I'm working my other job. (Valerie squeezes his hand)

Mike: Micky, I know you love to build, and you love to perform...but I remember how you directed segments on some of our specials, and what you did with "The Mammoth Revue," even if your version was never seen by the general public. It was really good.

Micky: I won't get yelled at for completely taking over?

Mike: At this point, that's what we NEED. Mick, I may be able to run a business and write songs and scripts, and maybe even tinker with video stuff, but I ain't no director. Not to mention, I don't know show business like you do. No one does.

Peter: Micky, this isn't like 1929. Video is largely new.

Micky: I'm just double checking, that's all.

Mike: Mick, if we do well, you'll be able to get your own office, with a view and all the room to do all the messing around with video editing you could ever want.

Peter: And here's a hint - I know you love partying, and you can still enjoy yourself and have fun. Just don't break the bank doing it.

Micky: *Sighs, smiling slightly* Yeah.

Emma: (As the waitress comes to take your order) We're going to need everyone alive and thinking. You know Ursula has been after us to step up training, too.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. I've been smellin' danger. It's kind of vague. I don't smell it here, but I have on and off at home.

Peter: That's not good.

Emma: The last time you said you smelled danger was two years ago, when Peter...

(Peter just frowns and looks at his bread plate.)

Mike: (Smiles reassuringly) Well, we're all together this time. Whatever anyone is plannin', we can all come up with somethin' to counter it.

(Mike kick backs his wine. Peter and Valerie clink their iced tea glasses together.)

Peter: To our renewed relationship.

Valerie: And the hope for better understanding for both of us, especially now that we have a second child.

Mike: (Leans back in the booth) God, that was good. (Pushes the wine to Micky and Davy) I know Pete don't drink, but...you guys want some?

Davy: Sure mate, thanks.

Micky: Don't hog it, Dave.

Davy: You'll get yours after I get mine.

Mike: Don't worry, boys. We can order more where that came from.

Emma: Don't overdo it, guys. You don't need to be getting shit-faced on the first night here.

Mike: Why not? It'll be a great way to celebrate our new venture.

Emma: The last time you and Micky got shit-faced together, you not only got yourselves arrested, but Al Blueton as well.

Mike: Em, we ain't gonna get arrested. Calm down.

(A waitress and two bus boys arrive with their orders. Mike grins at his steak.)

Mike: That T-bone has to be the size of two steers back on Aunt Kate's ranch.

Emma: The chicken Marsala looks suburb.

Peter: A roasted vegetable medley.

Valerie: Yum, seared tuna!

Mike: Your chicken sure looks good, Mick.

Peter: I'm just glad you didn't order everything on the menu on your first night.

Micky: Yeah, yeah.

Lauren: The pasta's good.

Mike: (Looks at Micky and Davy) Hey guys, wanna go to the bar after this and get a few beers?

Davy: Sure, mate.

Micky: I wouldn't mind a little something-something to relax with.

Emma: (Turns to Lauren) You and I could have a womanly chat in one of our rooms or in the gardens. I'm not really into bars. Daph and Val, you're welcome to join us.

Valerie: (Takes Peter's hand) No thanks, Em. Peter and I have some more things to discuss tonight. (Grins. Peter just looks dazed again.)

Lauren: *Nods* I'm up for a chat.

Daphne: Sure, since it sounds like the boys will be busy.

Mike: (Turns to the guys) Are we gonna be busy? We're just gonna have a few friendly drinks at the bar.

Emma: Uh-huh. Sure. Lauren and I saw what happened to Mike and Micky the last time they had a few friendly drinks at the bar.

Lauren: It wasn't overly pretty.

Mike: Ok, so hotel security got a little mad. We won't do anythin' that dumb this time. For one thing, there ain't no bake-off here, and Al ain't here, either.

Emma: I don't care if you have a few drinks. Just don't get into some brawl and get yourselves arrested.

Mike: (Chuckles) We'll be fine, darlin'. Just fine. We have each other.

Peter: (Sighs) That's what scares me.

Mike: There's nothin' to worry about! We'll be perfect gentlemen. (He grins that lazy Nesmith smirk) Honest.

(We cut from Mike's grin and Emma's sigh to the beach at night. The camera focuses on the hazy, bright full moon and sparkling stars as we hear laughing and giggling below us. The camera finally moves down to the beach we saw below. Mike, Micky, and Davy have their arms around each other, and are the ones doing the laughing.)

Mike: "...So the queen says "The hundred bucks is all right, but what am I gonna do with the elephant?" (They all roar with laughter again) Damn, that was a good joke Chip taught me. (He hiccups) 'Scuse me. How many drinks did we have back there, Mick?

Micky: How should I know? I ran outta fingers.

Mike: You know, it's kinda nice down here. Real nice. (Points at the water) Wanna go for a swim?

(Mike starts makin' for the water. He strips off his shoes and socks.)

Mike: You guys gonna join me?

Micky: I'm in! *removes his shoes and socks*

Davy: Sure, mates! *copies them*

("Shake 'Em Up, Let 'Em Roll" begins as the three dart for the water...and immediately dart out again, as the water's freezing!)

(Mike grabs a handful of sand and sticks it down Micky's pants.

*Micky dances around, trying to get the sand out of his pants. Davy splashes water at Mike.*

(Mike splashes back at Davy. He smirks and flings mud at him.)

*Davy ducks. The mud hits Micky.*

(Mike's eyes widen as Micky picks up mud to fling at him. He takes off across the water.)

*Micky chases right after him, threatening him with the mud.*

(Mike makes "nahh nahh" faces with his hands...until he trips over a rock and lands face-first in the mud. We see mud hit the back of his jacket. He gets up...and sees Micky pointing and laughing. He grabs mud and chases Micky in the opposite direction.)

*Micky runs around Davy, trying trying to use him as a barricade. Davy shoves him away and cheers Mike on.*

(Mike creates a HUGE mud ball and flings it as hard as he can at Micky!)

*...And hits Micky directly in the chest.*

Mike: (Laughs as the song ends) You ain't never looked so good, Mick! (He laughs so hard, he ends up sitting on the sand)

Micky: *Shrugs* Just call me Mud Man!

Mike: (Puts a muddy arm around Micky) Why don't we go show Mud Man to our good women? I'm sure they'd love to meet him.

Davy: *Laughs* I'm positive of it!

Mike: (They pick up their shoes and socks) Come on, guys. (Grins) How about a song as we go? I'm sure people wanna hear men of our talents here!

Micky: Whatcha got in mind?

Mike: "Heeeyyy, mercy woman, play a song n' no one listens..."

(We fade out on the trio marching across the moonlit beach together, belting "Listen to the Band" drunkenly at the top of their lungs. Even Mike's forgetting the lyrics and making up rude ones.)