Emma: Soooo....everyone ready to party? ;) :D
Mike: Hell yeah! ;)
Lauren: Definitely ready!
Micky: *nervous* Sure...
Peter: Groovy! :D
Davy: Um, yeah...
("Let's Dance On" is blaring out of the speakers as the party goes in full swing. Older people sit in beach chairs, chat, and give out food. Younger people surf or sunbathe or make sandcastles or play music.)
Emma: (She's laying on a beach blanket reading a book while Mike lathers suntan lotion on her back) You know, maybe having a man around won't be so bad. I'll finally have someone who can reach my back. ;)
Mike: (Puts his hands on his hips, but he's grinning) Is that all I am?
Emma: No, dearie. You're also a wonderful walking jukebox and an excellent food taster. ;)
Mike: When I can get past the other three. Your peach pie is great stuff. It must have vanished five minutes after you made it that night a few weeks ago. (Looks around) Speaking of the other three, I wonder where the kiddies have vanished to?
Emma: (Turns on her back and sighs) I was wondering that myself. Davy and Micky have been acting weird ever since their little surfing contest earlier.
Mike: Lauren was going to find out what was going on with those two. I wonder if she ever did.
(Peter and Valerie appear at that moment, hand in hand, both dripping wet.)
Valerie: (Laughing) That was fun! I ought to ride your shoulders more often. I get a great view from up there.
Peter: I'm glad I gave you a great view. ;)
Valerie: (Watches his bare chest as Peter puts his maroon jacket back on) Oh, yes, dear, you did. ;)
Emma: Hi, guys. Have you seen Micky or Lauren or Davy around?
Peter: (Shakes his head) No. The guys are probably in the water, and Lauren's had people surrounding her all day, congratulating her on the baby.
Mike: Maybe we ought to go look for them.
Emma: That's probably a good idea. Micky and Davy have been on edge ever since they ended up by the docks. There's something going on.
Mike: Peter and Valerie, check by the water's edge. Em, head over to the food. I'll look around the bandstand and talk to Davy's groupies.
Peter: Talking to Davy's groupies would take all day! ;)
Emma: (As the others titter) Wish Mick was around. He's not the only one who's cheap-shot-able.
Mike: Yeah, firin' at Davy's fun, too. ;)
Micky: *takes the steps down to the beach two at a time; he still has a nervous look* Hey, guys.
Mike: (Frowns) Where have you been, boy? We were about to send the SWAT team after you!
Peter: We thought you might be in trouble!
Emma: Have you seen Lauren or Davy?
Micky: *shakes his head* I was looking for Lauren. Last I saw, she was on the steps, heading up to the pad. I haven't seen Davy for a while.
Emma: (Looks at Mike, who's shaking his head no) We haven't seen them.
Peter: Us, either. Valerie and I were in the water.
Micky: *jerks a thumb over his shoulder* And I was just up at the pad.
Valerie: Neither of them were there?
Micky: No.
Peter: Maybe they went to get more food.
Mike: Oh, come on, we have enough to feed the entire army and probably most of the Marines, between what we bought and what everyone brought along!
Emma: Maybe Lauren got a call about the baby.
Mike: Davy's probably chasin' some girl.
Micky: *scratches his head* I would've thought Lauren would check the answering service from the pad, though.
Emma: Did you call the answering service? Maybe she called them and got a message.
Micky: *nods* I did think of that, but there was nothing. Unless she got it and left, but I know she'd leave a note.
Emma: (Nods) That's true.
Peter: I wonder where they went?
Mike: Mick, what's goin' on? You and Dave have been actin' strange all afternoon, since the surfin' contest.
Micky: *swallows* Uhh, well *looks away, then makes a face*, we kinda rode the wave out too far and got close enough to see the docks. Thing was, there were these guys there and, uh *swallows again*, they kinda threw another guy in the water. *frowns*
Mike: (Crosses his arms) Are you sure that's what you saw? You didn't see them tossin' a bag of garbage or somethin'?
Micky: I don't think a garbage bag has flailing arms, Mike.
Valerie: Do you know if they saw you?
Micky: *quietly* I don't know.
Peter: (Gulps, then gives a shaky sunshine grin) Maybe they were filming a movie.
Emma: Sounds real to me.
Mike: I guess you didn't see cameras or lights or anything.
Micky: *shakes his head* Nothing like that. Just those guys. Looked like they were wearing suits, too.
Mike: On a hot day like this?
Micky: *shrugs* That's what I saw.
Peter: Maybe it was a convention of some kind.
Valerie: It doesn't sound like it.
Emma: Suits...oh man...
Valerie: (Sighs) As much as I hate to admit it, it sounds like you two witnessed a mob killing straight out of the movies.
Mike: Mob killing? Oh, come on...
Micky: Mike, the suits looked...purple. *gulps*
Mike: Purple? Is that the new color for gangsters?
Peter: (His eyes widen in horror) Purple! Oh, no, I thought those guys were in prison!
Micky: *nods* It could've been them.
Mike: The Purple Flower Gang? But they were in the slammer even before we took down the Syndicate.
Valerie: The Purple Flower Gang?
Mike: We helped out ol' Pop, the guy who owns the Italian Restaurant on Crosby Avenue downtown, when a bunch of mobsters took over his place. The only ones who didn't end up caught in the crossfire of a shoot-out were the members of the Purple Flower Gang, who were already in prison. We posed as them to get the goods on bad guys.
Peter: (Makes a face) The cops thought I was really a member of the Purple Flower Gang. It took me forever to convince them I was just a musician who was helping an old man!
Emma: Hell, those guys ought to be thrilled with all of you! Mike told me you conned most of the Syndicate into taking each other out. I'll bet they're in charge now.
Peter: (Gulps) Do you think they might have hurt Davy and Lauren?
Micky: *quietly* I hope not. *louder* They better not have! *still looks nervous* Davy and Lauren's gotta be around here somewhere.
Mike: (Nods) Right. We've just gotta look around.
Emma: Davy should be wherever there are the most women. ;)
Peter: Maybe Lauren needed to think and went for a walk somewhere.
Micky: Yeah. Maybe she did. *frowns again*
Valerie: Peter, why did it take you so long to convince the cops you weren't a member of the Purple Flower Gang? Do any of you know what they look like?
Mike: (Shakes his head) No, and the Syndicate didn't, either, which is how we got away with it.
Peter: (Looks down and wrings his shirt) Well, I was nervous, and wearing a purple suit, and I guess they just jumped to conclusions, especially when I started confessing to half the robberies ever committed...
Micky: *frowns* Which didn't help.
Peter: I was under those hot lights with people asking me nasty questions! I got scared, so I just started saying yes, and then they gave me food, so I gave them more "yes"es...
Micky: *claps Peter's shoulder* I would've answered "yes" for more food.
Mike: Yes, you would, boy. ;)
Emma: Come on, guys. We've got to split up and find Davy and Lauren.
Mike: Go check any large group of women under the age of 30. Dave's probably in the middle of them. ;)
(We fast-time see the group ask questions. Emma talks to all of the older women at the food tables, but they shake their heads. Millie in particular looks concerned. Peter and Valerie hold hands and search up and down the water's edge. Mike and Micky poke their heads in the various clusters of women standing around. The group dispiritedly meets back at the sandsteps to the Pad.)
Mike: Nothin'. Even Davy's most recent girlfriends ain't seen him.
Micky: *sits on the steps and props his head in his hands* This can't be happening.
Emma: It might not be serious, Micky. Lauren might be elsewhere on the beach. Maybe she went down near the docks.
Mike: Em, no one would go walkin' there unless they wanna end up dead!
(Peter elbows his best friend hard in the stomach.)
Micky: Mike's got a point. She talked me and Dave into spilling what we saw, so she knows, too. They probably saw us talking to her.
Emma: We've got to report this to the police.
Mike: Since when have the police or any kind of authority been of any help to any of us?
Micky: It couldn't hurt.
Valerie: He has a point, Mike. Even if they don't turn out to be of much use, at least they'll know.
Emma: It's time to break up the party and get to the bottom of this. We don't even know who died.
Peter: (Sits next to Micky on the steps) Cheer up, Micky! It might not be bad. Maybe Davy just found a girl and lost track of time, and Lauren might be on a walk. She is about to be a mother! She's got a lot on her mind these days.
Micky: I've been telling myself all that stuff, Peter, but the negative side of me is what's got me worried.
Mike: (Shrugs) It's getting late. It's about time we broke up the party, anyway. As soon as we get rid of everyone, we'll head down to the station on the corner of Beechwood and Main.
(The kids walk down to the party and start herding people off the beach and cleaning up. The scene fades out, and when it fades back in, the group is in the MonkeeMobile, on their way to the station.)
Mike: We're gonna have to make the cops believe us somehow.
Peter: We've helped them before! They know our record!
Micky: The good or the bad record?
Valerie: And they'll listen to me. My father is a well-known businessman and philanthropist.
Mike: Yeah, we haven't always hit it off with the cops, Pete, especially since the ones around here are incompetent assholes.
Micky: I guess it'll be me and Valerie, then, since she's the believable one and I'm the one who actually saw what happened.
Emma: The rest of us will be behind you for support. (Glares at Mike) And to keep certain people from running their mouths.
Mike: Now, Em, why would I...
Peter: Mike, sometimes when you get mad, you say things you don't mean.
Emma: And that you instantly regret a second later.
Peter: I don't think the station needs any holes in the walls!
Mike: You guys are never going to drop that, are you? I punched one hole in Rudy's wall!
Emma: The point is, Mike, you could blow everything if you blow your stack.
Mike: (Sighs) I'll be on my best behavior, Em. I promise.
(He pulls into the parking lot. The kids jump out and head into the Police Station. The room looks very much like it did in "Alias Micky Dolenz," with desks, files, and papers. Two officers sit at the desks, bent over papers and looking worried.)
Valerie: Hello, Sergant Nielson.
(Sergant Nielson is a familar long-faced, tough-looking man. He looks up from his papers and finally smiles.)
Sergant Nielson: Valerie! (Takes her hand) I haven't seen you in ages! How has school been going? How's your father?
Valerie: I just finished school this year, and Dad's fine, (nods at Micky) but my friend Micky here has something important to report.
Peter: We think he saw a mob killing!
Sergant Nielson: (Does not look convinced) Is that so? (Frowns) Hey, aren't you the kids who brought down the Syndicate? (Indicates the group) There's one of you missing. Where's the short kid?
Micky: *nods; all in one breath* My friend Davy & I were out surfing at the beach at Beechwood. We got a little carried away and ended up near the docks down there. Davy I saw this group of guys throw someone in the water, so we took off back to the beach, hoping they didn't see us. Now, Davy is missing, and so is my wife, Lauren. She talked us into spilling what we saw. That group of guys might've seen Davy and me talking to Lauren.
Sergant Nielson: (Smiles briefly) I did hear you'd gotten hitched. Congratulations, Dolenz. She's a nice girl. (Mouth turns down again) Are you sure that's what you saw, Dolenz?
Micky: Positive. *frowns* She is a nice girl. *looks down* And she's pregnant. *flops in a chair*
Sergant Nielson: (Nods heavily) Well, first of all, I think all of you ought to know that the Purple Flower Gang were released from prison over a week ago. We couldn't make any of their crimes stick. They're damn good at covering their tracks.
(Mike puts his hand gently on Micky's shoulder.)
Sergant Nielson: We've had people monitoring them, but we're short-handed with everything that's going on in LA and haven't been able to follow to them 24/7.
*Micky groans.*
Sergant Nielson: Now, don't worry, son, that might not be what this is.
Mike: (Crosses his arms) Then what is this?
Sergant Nielson: There's another thing. There's a reason we mistook Mr. Tork for a real member. Have any of you ever seen the Purple Flower Gang?
(The group shakes their heads.)
Sergant Nielson: (Goes to a file and pulls out a black-and-white photo) Here's a shot we got of them before they went into prison.
Mike: (Takes the photo and groans) Oh, man, not again! (Hands Micky the photo)
Emma: What not again?
Peter: What's wrong?
Micky: *jaw drops* Oh, my Lord! Lookit this! *hands off the photo*
Peter: (takes the photo) Hey, they look like...(realizes what he's saying)...us.
Valerie: (Takes the photo) They look exactly like the boys!
Emma: (Groans) More doubles!
Micky: *also realizes something* Oh, no. You guys don't think maybe they found Lauren and Davy and talked them into going with them, thinking they were us, do you?
Sergant Nielson: (Nods) Some of their buddies in prison may have tipped them off to you boys and their resemblances to you, and they used this as bait to trap your friends. (Nods at Micky) If everything you say is true, you may be the next target, Dolenz.
Peter: Oh, no! (Puts his arms around Micky) We won't let them take Mick!
Mike: (Firms his grip on Micky's shoulder) You bet we won't.
Micky: What if something's happened to Lauren and Davy? I don't know...
Sergant Nielson: Don't worry about your friends, Dolenz. We're professionals. We'll make sure they're found safe and sound.
Peter: Gee, you're a poet, and you don't even know it!
Mike: Is there something we can do to help?
Sergant Nielson: We have kept tags on them enough to know that, as of last night, they were staying in the Caprice Hotel in downtown Malibu Beach. It's too obvious a place for them to keep your friends if they do have them, but some of them may have returned there.
Mike: (Micky's head is turned down) Mick, are you ok?
Micky: *his voice cracks* No, Mike, I'm not.
Emma: Of course, he isn't! His pregnant wife and best friend have vanished!
Sergant Nielson: The best thing any of you can do right now is go home. We'll call you if something develops. We'll have a crew of my boys watch your beach house at all times. This won't end up like the Baby Face incident.
Mike: See that you do. This is people's lives we're messin' with here, not jewels and "specialists."
Sergant Nielson: Nesmith, there's a pregnant woman involved. We'll proceed with extra caution.
Emma: And not just any pregnant woman, Sergant, Micky's wife and one of my closest friends.
Sergant Nielson: (Nods and hands Micky a paper) I'll need a statement from you on what you saw. It sounds farfetched, but so do a lot of the things on your track records. We know you guys were involved with rounding up those gangsters in the Mojave Desert and the gypsies who tried to steal the Maltese Vulture, among other things.
Mike: Sometimes I think we're lucky to still be sane, Sergant, given half of what we've been through.
Emma: (Mutters to herself) And he doesn't even know half of that...
Sergant Nielson: (Smiles as Micky gives him the papers) You kids are better crimesolvers than Batman and Robin sometimes. You all ought to consider joining the police academy.
Mike: (Shakes his head) I wouldn't make much of a cop. I don't take orders well.
Emma: I can't handle blood.
Micky: *shrugs* Maybe I'd consider it, when my heart isn't so into it.
Peter: (Shakes his head) I don't think I'd want to use the guns.
(The group walks out of the police station, Micky looking extremely dispirited.)
Valerie: Well, at least they didn't throw us out or talk down to us.
Mike: No, like the Sergant said, they know we're weirdness magnets.
Peter: (Puts his arm around Micky) Don't worry, Mick, we'll get Davy and Lauren back.
Mike: Like hell we will. (Everyone climbs in)
Micky: *sniffs* I'm sure we will. Just tell my brain to stop pointing out what can go wrong.
Mike: (Smacks Micky's head as he gets in the back next to Peter and Valerie - Emma gets next to Mike) Brain, stop pointin' out what can go wrong.
Peter: You need to think positive vibes, Micky! Yours are shaky!
Micky: *Quietly* Ow. *small smile* Thanks, Mike, I needed that. *turns to Peter* I'm tryin', Pete, really... it just isn't working.
Emma: Well, what do we do now?
Micky: We don't really have to sit around the pad, do we? I don't think I can handle that.
Mike: Well, we will go back to the pad, but only for a few minutes to see if Davy or Lauren left a message on the answering service. (Eyes narrow) Then, we're goin' to the Caprice Hotel.
Valerie: Maybe we should tell Sergant Nielson...
Emma: No. He'd hate us getting involved again. I'll bet he and his men have gotten big-time flack for all the cases you boys have solved for them as it is.
Peter: The cops would just tell us no! We have to do this! Our friends could be in trouble, and Lauren...
Mike: Mick, why don't you call the answering service when we get back? Then we'll decide the best way to get to the hotel without our most recent set of doubles capturing us, too.
Micky: *nods* Okay. *pauses; mad* So help me, if they've done ANYTHING to Lauren, I'll personally tear each of them apart!
Mike: (Growls) The Wolf will be more than happy to unsheave his claws in the name of a friend.
Emma: And don't forget Mama Bear! (Puts out her long, tapered fingers) No one messes with a mother bear's cubs!
(Mike pulls up at the Pad, and the group tumbles out and into the kitchen. Micky grabs the phone and calls the answering service the moment they make it in. Emma and Mike sit on the psychiatrist's couch, holding hands and looking worried. Peter sits at the table, and Valerie just wanders around.)
Mike: (Looks up as Micky talks into the phone) Well, Mick, any news?
Micky: *shakes his head and hangs up the phone* Nothing... *the phone rings; he picks it up; his eyes widen* It's them!
Valerie: (Joins the others and puts her hand on Peter's shoulder. He takes it and holds it) "Them?"
Mike: (Clenches a fist) Bastards... (Emma puts her head on the side of his arm, and he strokes her hair)
Peter: I hope they're ok. (Valerie squeezes his hand)
Micky: *nods, half listening* My double is doing most of the talking, but Mike's keeps butting in. *frowns* They want me to meet their boss *rolls his eyes*, my double, at some warehouse. Says I know too much. *holds the receiver away* He's laughing, but I can hear Lauren and Davy cursing him out in the background.
Emma: (Grins faintly despite the situation) Yeah, that's a Mike double, all right. (Mike swats her on the head with the side of his palm - she sticks her tongue out at him)
Peter: (Near tears) They do have Lauren and Davy!
Mike: If they're cursin', they must be ok. (To Mick) Tell them that you ain't comin' if the other two are hurt, 'specially Lauren.
Micky: *listens* I'm not showing up if you've done anything to them. *listens, rolls his eyes again, and holds the receiver away again* Okay, now I know how you guys feel. This guy rambles something awful!
(The others can't help it. They all burst out laughing, Peter through his tears. Valerie leans over and hugs him.)
Mike: What have we been tellin' you for years? ;)
Micky: *rolls his eyes; sighs* Alright, where and when? *listens* Uh huh. Just don't cause them any harm! *pulls the receiver away again and glares at it* Hung up on me...
(The laughter subsides quickly after that.)
Peter: Oh, god, Micky, this is horrible! (Sobs again. Valerie turns to Micky, still holding Peter)
Valerie: (To Peter) Shh, Peter, it'll be ok. (To Micky) Where and when do they want to meet you?
Micky: Midnight, a warehouse on Cliff Street. That's all he gave.
Mike: And he probably wants you there alone, right?
Micky: *nods* You got it.
Peter: (Gasps) We won't let him go alone!
Emma: No, we won't let him go alone. He can take Davy's jeep down there. We'll follow him in the MonkeeMobile.
Mike: We'll dress in black and follow Micky at a discreet distance.
Micky: Maybe you guys can pull a little "Mission: Ridiculous" on them. *small smirk*
Emma: (Grins) We did it in Davy's story. I had fun, and I doubt these guys are going to pull anything like Lady Plaisir did.
Valerie: (Blanches) Peter told me what that...(snarls)...that bitch tried to do to him and all of you. (Stands) I'll go with you, too. No one should be hurt that way.
Peter: (Also stands, sniffling) Then I'm coming.
Mike: (nods) Ok, my trusty co-horts, let's gather our gear and get set to take on the diabolical geniuses who have taken our members the New England Minx and the Manchester Marauder.
Valerie: (frowns) "Mission: Ridiculous?"
Peter: (Grins) Oh, that's when we get to dress in black and go on a mission, like in all the spy movies!
Valerie: (Smiles) I always did want to be Honey West and walk around in a long coat with an ocelot. ;)
Mike: (Narration as we cut to a dark, gloomy warehouse on the edge of Malibu Beach and the outskirts of LA. We see the group walk around, Emma making soft growling noises) Our little group, gathered from the far corners of the earth, had been called to capture the notorious mafiosos the Purple Flower Gang, but they lured the New England Minx and the Manchester Mararder into their clutches. The Panther Man (we see Micky making scared cat noises as he walks through the black warehouse) brings all of his cunning intellect and great courage to the ensemble. (A mouse runs across Micky's path. He jumps away in surprise.)
Micky: *whines* I hate mice!
Mike: (We cut to outside, seeing him next, walking around the side of the building holding Emma's hand) The Modest, But Towering Texan brings his ability to endure any pain (stubs his toe - calls out and starts jumping up and down) and amazing leadership abilities to the fore. (Emma glares at him) The New Jersey Jungle Girl is tough, stubborn, and won't back down in a fight. (Growls at Mike - he glares right back)
Peter: Come on, guys, don't fight!
Mike: (Narration continues) The Connecticut Counter-Spy has a warm heart, cool intellect, and endless knowledge of astronomy and the psychic plane.
Peter: Our auras are so shaky, they look like the horizontal hold on the TV!
Valerie: (Points at a window where there's an unmistakable glow) There's a light in that window!
Mike: The Western Honey Girl adds a touch of common sense, keen intellectual abilities, and elegance to our little group. All in all, our little group was a force to be reckoned with. (Nods and pulls out a hook) Come on, guys, we're going to find out what's going on up there. (Throws the hook on the roof and the group starts climbing.)
Emma: (She slips a bit) Texan, I'm not very good at this!
Mike: Jungle Girl, bring up the rear!
Peter: Shh! I hear something!
Valerie: It's Micky...or is that Micky?
Mike: (Climbs up to the window and wipes it with his free hand) Micky's in there...or one Micky is in there...
(Meanwhile, Micky himself is walking down the dark hallway.)
Micky: Man, oh man, oh man! Why's it gotta be midnight when we have to do this stuff? *continues down the hallway, peeking in doorways* Where the heck is this Boss? He's late. *smirks* Then again, I'm not exactly known for being on time. *pauses* Who the heck am I talking to?
Familiar Voice: (A door opens by itself and a voice that sounds exactly like Micky's says) Come in, kid. This way.
Micky: *blinks; gives a shaky grin* Now, that's service. *goes in the door*
(Micky is startled when he enters the room to see his friends sitting on mismatched, eighth-hand chairs and couches...or what looks like his friends. The Mike double has a cigar slung out of his mouth and wears a purple suit and fedora. He looks exactly like Mike, down to the thick sideburns and big chocolate eyes. The Davy double leans against the wall and is just as short, delicately-featured, and large-eyed as his best buddy.)
(But the biggest shock of all sits behind a messy, paper-strewn desk - Micky himself, smirking and dressed in a purple suit. The young man looks exactly like him, curls, almond-shaped eyes, and all - he even smirks like him.)
Mike Look-Alike: (Frowns) Damn, he does look like you.
*Micky gulps.*
Davy Look-a-Like: (Similar British accent) No wondah we were able to put one ovah on the two kids so easily.
Micky Look-a-Like: You know, I thought Morales was the only one who shared our handsome features, but it seems I was wrong. Shame you got my face on the other side of the law, kid.
Micky: *shaky grin* The price of good looks, I guess.
Mike Look-a-Like: You might want to get to the point. (Puts his fingers in his jacket) My trigger finger's getting itchy.
Micky Look-a-Like: (Glares at him) Get some talcum powder for that finger, Rob...and while you're at it, get some for that temper, too. (To Micky) What'll it take to keep your mouth shut, kid?
Micky: I just want my friends back, that's it.
Davy Look-a-Like: You ought to teach the litt'l buggah some mannahs. 'e was terribly noisy when we brought 'im 'ere. Thought 'e was gonna wake up the bloody neighborhood!
Micky Look-a-Like: (Smirks) You can have the British brat. Tom don't like him much. The girl, however...(grins slyly)...is mighty good-lookin'.
Micky: *eyes widen* No! Both of them, or I'll blab all over the place!
Micky Look-a-Like: I could use something pretty like that by my bed on cold nights.
Rob: George, lay off the kid. Give him his friends back.
Micky: *growls* Both of them will keep me quiet. *narrows his eyes*
(There's a tap from above. Micky looks up at a window at the top of the room and sees Mike opening it as quietly as he can. Mike pops his head in and mouths to Micky to keep them talking until they can get in.)
Mike: (Whispers) Ask them questions! Emma went to call the cops! Val, Pete, and I are on the way! (Pulls himself in, followed by Valerie.)
Micky: Uh, since I won't be talking anyway, why'd you guys throw that fellow in the water, anyway?
George: The same reason we grabbed your friends. He was a federal agent who had a big mouth.
Rob: George, why'd you have to go and tell him that?
George: He won't talk. Hal's still got his chick and his little buddy in the warehouse.
Micky: What's the deal with the warehouse?
Rob: Let's just say it's part of our business operations, kid.
Micky: That is?
(Mike and Valerie are making their way down another rope; Peter's pulling himself in.)
Tom: Phony money, what else? *grins, pulls out a nail file*
George: Just a bit of counterfeiting. Nice, easy dough there.
Rob: George, why don't you go get Hal and the kids before you guys blab anything else to this guy?
(The three touch down on the floor and finally start moving across the room. Mike gets up behind his double and grabs his arms. Peter takes hold of Tom, and Valerie goes after George.)
Peter: (Holding the struggling British gangster) Hey, my double's not here! Where's my double?
Valerie: (Jumps on the table cat-style) I heard him (points to George) say he's got Davy and Lauren!
Micky: *nods* That's right. He's holding them in this place somewhere.
Rob: I told you we should have just killed these brats straight off, George!
(Finally elbows Mike hard and runs out the door and down the hall.)
Micky: *yells* Get back here! *chases after*
Peter: Mike! Are you ok? (Lets Tom go as he goes to attend Mike. Tom streaks out the door and down the hall after Micky and Rob)
Mike: (He's holding his chest and panting) Yeah, I'm ok, Peter, but my double got loose. He probably went to alert your double.
Valerie: (Grabs George by his shirtfront) Oh, no, you don't. You're not going anywhere! (Drags George from around the desk) We've still got their boss.
(Emma pokes in the door at this point.)
Emma: The cops are on their way. (Eyes widen) Holy shit, they do look like the guys!
Mike: Yeah, shockin', ain't it? We seem to run into doubles whenever we sneeze these days.
Valerie: (She takes one of George's shoulders, Mike takes the other) Ok, George, where's your buddy Hal holding our friends?
Peter: Yeah, you mean Micky!
George: *smirks* Wouldn't you like to know?
Mike: Yeah, I would. I don't know what your buddy Rob is like, but let's just say he ain't the only one with an itchy trigger finger.
Peter: He can put a hole in the wall!
George: *coughs, but still smirks* No chance.
Mike: (Shakes George by his lapels) Where...are...Davy...and...Lauren?
George: *the smirks remains* I'm ain't tellin'. Those cops ain't gonna help you, either. They can't get any accusations to stick to keep us in jail. *smirk widens*
Valerie: They will now. My father has connections. He'll make those accusations stick so hard, they'll be on your rear ends when you're 80!
Peter: (Shakes his fist) That's tellin' him, Valerie!
George: We'll see. *still smirking*
Emma: (Shoves her fingers in George's face) Look, not-Micky, no one tries to hurt a mother bear's cubs...(looks at Mike, who's about ready to spit fire)...or a wolf's pack. Between the two of us, you'll be eating your burgers and fries through a straw if you don't spill what you did with Dave and Lauren!
Peter: Yeah!
Mike: I'm getting annoyed here.
George: Oh, they're in the warehouse, but it wouldn't be any fun if I told you. Look around, and you'll find them. *continues to smirk*
Mike: You know what would be fun? (Grabs George's arm hard. Valerie takes his other side) Bringing you along with us.
Peter: I don't see how that could be fun! He isn't nice!
Emma: You're going to lead us to the others whether you like it or not.
*George just grins.*
(Mike shoves the gangster down the hall, Valerie on his other side. Emma and Peter bring up the rear.)
Mike: Ok, George, where's our friends? (Nods at the line of doors in the dim hallway) Are they behind door number one, door number two, or door number three? (Growls) Why don't you choose for us?
George: Try door number two, if you're feeling lucky. *smirks*
Peter: Ok! (Goes to try the door, but Emma pulls him back.)
Valerie: Peter, be careful!
Mike: Peter, Val, keep an eye on Georgie here. I'll check the door.
George: *smirk faulters* Georgie?
(Peter and Valerie grab George's arms as Mike creeps quietly to the door.)
Emma: (Smirks) What, don't like it? ;)
*George growls.*
Emma: (Whisper, to Mike) Honey, be careful!
Mike: (Nods and smiles gently) I will, darlin'. Don't worry. (He opens the door and takes a step in, followed by Emma. Her sudden shriek brings them all in.)
*A dim light illuminates the room. Davy is sprawled on a cot against the far wall. He appears to be asleep, but there's a fine trickle of blood from a small cut on his forehead.*
George: *grins* The brat wouldn't shut up, so we made him shut up.
Mike: (Growls) You bastard!
George: Thank you! *grins*
*There's the sound of feet hitting the floor from the hallway. Rob runs into the room first, followed by Micky, then Tom. Mike confronts Rob. Tom dives at Micky, hitting his legs. Both boys tumble to the floor.*
Emma: (Gasps) What did you do to Lauren? (Turns to George and grabs his shirtfront) If you assholes hurt her in any way, I'll...
Peter: She's pregnant, you know! You might hurt the baby!
George: You'll find out when you find her. *grins, pauses* Oooh, now that I didn't know. *continues to grin*
Emma: (Clutches his shirtfront harder) WHERE IS SHE?
George: You found the brat easily. You can find her, too. *smirks*
*Micky finally gets on his feet again, still trying to fend off Tom.*
(Mike finally throws Rob against the wall and holds him to it.)
Mike: What did you do with the girl, you dick?
Rob: (Smirks) Aw, quit insultin' me. I might get to likin' it.
Tom: (Grabs Micky's shoulder) Boss, why don't we just kill all of them?
Mike: Looks like there's a bit more of us than there is of you at the moment, shorty.
Peter: Micky, are you ok? (Frowns) And my double is still missing!
Valerie: He must have Lauren!
Emma: We're gonna get her back. (Jerks George hard) And this m!@#$%f#@%!$ is going to help us find her!
George: What lovely compliments!
Rob: We ain't helpin' you!
Peter: (Gasps as Tom reaches for his gun) Micky, watch out!
(Micky takes Tom's hand and squeezes it hard before he can reach for his weapon, then grabs his shirtfront.)
Micky: Ha HA!
(There's groans from the cot. Davy's coming to. Emma goes to him.)
Emma: Davy, honey, are you ok?
Davy: (Mumbles) Me head feels like an elephant trampled it...
(Mike hauls Rob to his feet.)
Mike: What did you do to him?
Rob: (Smirks) Just gave Pretty Boy over there the standard workin' over.
George: Rob wanted his very own punching bag. *grins*
Rob: Look, double, as you should know, when I get pissed, I gotta hit somethin'. (Grins wickedly) Your short pal there was makin' me mad, with all his blabbin'.
Mike: I'm gettin' sick of all of this! (Nods at Emma, who leans worriedly over Davy) Em, stay with Dave until the cops come. He ain't up to runnin' around. The rest of the Purple F****** Club is going to lead us to Lauren.
Davy: (Faintly) Mike, I want to help...
Emma: I do, too.
Mike: Davy, you couldn't help yourself at the moment. You look like raspberry ice cream. Em, do your mothering with him. Find him some ice for the nice little symphony of bruises he has workin' up on his face.
Tom: (Sneers) Aww, what a charmin' pictuah. :p
Micky: Oh, shut up.
Mike: (Grabs Tom and Rob by their collars) Ok, boys, play time's over. Let's go to work. Lead us to Micky's wife.
(Sirens are faintly heard in the distance as the group shoves the three gangsters out to the hall.)
Mike: (Still has Tom and Rob) Ok, fellas, now would be a nice time to talk, and not about any old thing, either. The cops are on the way, and they're not going to be nearly as nice to you as I am when they hear you've kidnapped and possibly hurt a pregnant woman. X-(
Peter: Show us where Lauren and my double are! (City-Lighting Grin) I want to see if he's anything like me!
George: *grins* Kinda doubt that, blondie.
Micky: *shoves George* Knock it off!
Valerie: (Smiles and touches George's cheek) Now, Georgie, we can be very nice when we want to be. Why don't you just tell us where Hal and Lauren are? It'll be so much easier on you when you and your friends confront the judge.
George: *narrows his eyes* Don't call me that. *sighs* Second floor, down the other end of the building.
Valerie: Thank you. (Turns away) See, you just have to know how to ask. ;)
Micky: Show off. ;-)
Peter: Good work, Valerie! :X :D
(The group troops down to the other end of the building and up to the second floor. The second floor is very narrow. They have to go single-file, still holding the gangsters. There's several doors on the floor, but only one has light coming from under it.)
Mike: I'm gonna asume that's it, fellas.
Valerie: (Grins again) Now, Georgie, you go in there and call off your friend, before he hurts a pregnant woman and gets a life sentence for doing so.
Peter: And before Micky hurts you!
George: *glances at Micky, sees his extremely pissed off look, and nods* Alright, alright.
Mike: Mick and I are right behind you, in case you get any funny ideas. (Nods at Micky and whispers as George enters the room) Come on, Mick. Let's follow him. I don't trust that asshole.
Micky: *shakes his head* Not as far as I could throw him.
Mike: (Nods at the others) The rest of you stay with the Jerks' Club of Malibu Beach.
Micky: *small smirk* Kinda like that name.
Peter: (Takes Rob's arm) No problem!
Valerie: (Nods and mock-salute's, taking Tom's arm) Yes, sir, Chief! ;)
(Micky and Mike walk into a smaller room, another office, this one dustier and filled with boxes and furniture. George is talking to a young man who looks exactly like Peter, including the birthmark and dark gold hair.)
Hal: ...and you want me to bring her out from the other room, Boss? She puts up a fight! (Shows him his hand) Look at what she did to my hand! She bit me!
*Micky grins.*
Mike: (Whispered as he and Micky flatten themselves against the wall) Good for her! ;)
George: Aw, come on, Hal, quit bein' chicken. It ain't like she got rabies. The kid's here. (Frowns) Where ya keepin' her, anyway?
Hal: Just where Rob told me to! Come on! (Takes him across the room to a heavy door) Here she is!
(Mike and Micky lean in for a look)
George: You better not have hurt her too badly, Hal. Not only is she a doll, but she's got a bun in the oven.
Hal: She's a baker?
George: (Smacks Hal across the face) Damn, boy, you're dumb. No, she's pregnant! She's gonna have a kid!
Hal: You like her, don't you?
George: Just get her out!
(Hal whimpers and goes into the room to retrieve Lauren.)
Lauren: *loudly* Ah, you want another bite, do ya?
Hal: No, Boss wants ya!
(Mike puts his hand out to stop Micky before he can go after her.)
Lauren: Well, I don't want him! I want Micky! The real one! *blows a razz at Hal*
Hal: He's here, too.
Lauren: *pauses* You're lying.
Hal: Boss says so. He also says not to hurt you, because you're a doll and you have a bun in your oven.
Lauren: That's good. *pauses* You just plagiarized what George said, didn't you? ;-)
Hal: Plag...plage...well, yeah, I used a little of what he said, if that's what you mean. But he still wants you out. I think he likes you.
Lauren: *frowns* I don't like him! He gives that face a bad name! *pauses* Or something like that.
Hal: Come on. Boss don't like waiting!
(Pulls her gently out.)
Lauren: Ehh, I was getting sick of being in there anyway. :-P
Mike: (Whispers) Lauren!
(Has to take Micky by the arm to keep him away.)
Mike: Mick, not now! You'll blow our cover!
*Lauren turns to the voice, gives them a small grin.*
Mike: (Whisper) Damn me and my mouth...
Hal: Who's there?
Lauren: What? That was me...
George: You sound like a guy?
Hal: She sounds like Rob!
Lauren: If I really want to. *nervous grin*
Mike: This is gettin' ridiculous. (Lets Micky go) Get to her, boy. I'll let in the others.
Micky: Gladly! *charges out of the shadows; he pulls Lauren gently away from George and Hal; gives her a hug, which she returns*
(Mike flings open the door and lets in the rest of the group. Rob is twisting Peter's arms, while Tom and Valerie struggle on the catwalk.)
Peter: Ow! Mike, he hurts! (Sobs when Rob twists his arms harder)
Mike: Let him go! (Turns to Micky) Micky, Lauren, are you guys ok?
Lauren: Better now! :-)
Micky: Let's get outta here!
Mike: Lauren, did they hurt you?
Hal: Boss, there's kids all over the place!
Lauren: *shakes her head* No. Actually, George was really nice to me.
(The sounds of cops breaking down doors are heard downstairs.)
Rob: (As Mike comes closer) One false move, Skinny, and your friend here gets it.
Mike: Don't you even think about it!
Hal: (His gun is shaking all over the place, trying to decide which kid to take out first) Hey, boss, who do you want me to shoot? There's so many people in here!
George: *grins* Curly over there.
Hal: Ok! (Turns his gun to Micky, but his jaw drops and he lowers the gun) But, Boss, he looks just like you!
George: *annoyed and impatient* Just shoot, would you?
(Hal's brief distraction is enough for Micky to grab his hand and get the gun away from him. He points it shakily at the group. Hal whimpers and raises his hands.)
Micky: *false bravado* Don't make me use this!
Mike: Way to go, Mick!
Micky: *mutters* What am I doing?
Hal: (Shakily) He doesn't know how. He's scared. He won't shoot.
(Tom is literally thrown into the room. Valerie comes stomping in after him.)
Valerie: (mad as a pitbull)...and don't you ever touch me there again, you little worm! X-(
Peter: Valerie, help! (Rob clamps his hand over Peter's mouth. Micky turns the gun to Rob and Peter.)
Valerie: Get your hands off him!
Mike: Mick?
Micky: *hands are shaking like crazy* I can't do this, Mike.
Tom: (Rubs his chin) Damn, that bird 'its 'arder than a Mack truck doin' 80 on the 'ighway!
Mike: I can. (Takes the gun from him and points - his hand is steady) Call off your boys, George. I used to go huntin' in Texas, and I do know how to use a gun.
George: *angry* Guys, knock it off. Knowin' you, Rob, this guy ain't bluffing.
(Rob reluctantly lets Peter go. Peter flings himself into Valerie's arms, bawling.)
Rob: (Mutters) Damn assholes.
Mike: (As more cop feet are heard) We're gonna let Malibu Beach's finest take over from here. They'll be able to inflict far more damage than we could.
Rob: (Pulls his own gun) Drop it, boy.
Tom: (Also takes out a gun) We've got you covered, Texan.
Rob: (Smirks) Been waitin' for the right moment.
Mike: You'll have to kill me to get to the rest of them.
Micky: *mutters* Oh, crap. *moves Lauren behind him*
Valerie: I hate standoffs. (Moves Peter behind her)
Rob: Come on, boss, let's kill these brats and get out of here before the fuzz shows up.
Tom: (Nods) Startin' with my double and Boss's, then 'al's and the ladies and finally Rob's double 'ere. (Smirks at Mike, who holds the gun on the gangsters with a wild look in his chocolate eyes)
George: *small smirk* Do whatever you guys want. Just don't hurt the girl. *grins*
(Mike gets in front of Micky, growling angrily.)
Micky: Mike...
Mike: (Raises his gun) Like HELL you'll take her...or any of us!
Rob: We'll just have to show my look-a-like that we mean business.
(Rob cocks his gun and Mike holds up his just as the cops burst into the door, led by Sergant Nielson, Emma, and a shaky, battered Davy.)
Davy: (Points) That's them, Sergant. The ones in the suits. Them's the ones who Mick and I saw take out that man on the docks.
Rob: (Turns his guns on the cops) Like hell we're goin' with you!
Hal: Come on, guys, we'll use the back exit!
George: (Still eyeing Lauren behind Micky) Man, we gotta leave so soon? I was just gettin' to enjoy the view!
*Micky growls.*
Tom: (Shoves his way through the cops) Now, I don't think a 'andsome bloke like me should be back languishin' in that 'ell'ole you Americans call a jail cell. My friends and I will be takin' our leave.
(Rob socks Mike in the jaw and hurries past him, followed by Hal, Tom, and, reluctantly, George. All four climb through the top window as the cops go after them. Micky, Lauren, and Peter go to Mike's side. He's holding his jaw and grumbling.)
Emma: Mike! Oh, god, are you ok, honey? (Takes him in her arms)
Mike: (Muttering) Yeah, I'm ok, but I'm gonna have a hell of bruise tomorrow mornin'.
Sergant Nielson: (Nods) Good work, kids.
Micky: But they got away!
Sergant Nielson: My men are trailing them.
Mike: (Makes as much of a face as he can with his bruised jaw) Why does that not inspire a vote of confidence from me?
Sergant Nielson: You got your friends back, and my boys have found almost two million dollars worth of counterfeit money in this warehouse. It's part of a major counterfeit ring! (Gentler, to Lauren) They roughed up Jones pretty bad. Are you ok, Mrs. Dolenz?
Emma: Please tell me you are! If you aren't (clenches her fists), I'll go back and unleash my claws on those assholes!
Lauren: *nods* I'm okay. The boss seemed rather sweet on me. *Micky makes a face*
Sergant Nielson: (Nods at Lauren's stomach) And the little one is unharmed?
Lauren: Just fine.
Sergant Nielson: We'd better get you kids home. We can take statements from all of you there. And maybe we should get Jones into the hospital.
Davy: (Puts up a hand) No, sir, I'll be fine. Nothin's broken, they just bruised me a bit.
Sergant: What happened to you and Mrs. Dolenz? How did they get their hands on you?
Davy: (Makes a face, then winces at the cut on his forehead) I thought the dark-haired Texan and the blond were Mike and Petah. It was scary, 'ow much alike they were.
Sergant Nielson: (Turns to Lauren) And you, Mrs. Dolenz?
Lauren: I did think the boss was Micky at first, but then I thought something was up when he didn't call me "babe." If not for that...
Davy: The Texan was a bit too insultin' to 'is blond friend. Mike joshes Petah about 'is mind wanderin' sometimes, but even he's nevah that nasty.
Lauren: *nods* I thought that was rather odd, too.
Davy: They said they were goin' to the grocery store for more party supplies. Like a bloody fool, I agreed to go with them. They led me to a dark sedan and shoved me in. I tried escapin', but the blond 'eld on to me and put 'is 'and ovah me mouth.
Sergant Nielson: (Nods at Lauren) The Boss must have gotten you the same way, Mrs. Dolenz.
Lauren: *blushes* Kinda. Except his way was sweet talking.
Micky: Why that... *narrows his eyes*
Mike: Micky, cool it. (Holds his jaw) Ow...
Micky: Sorry.
Emma: (To Mike) Honey, we've gotta get you some ice for that.
Peter: (Supports Davy, who looks tired) Davy could probably use some, too.
Davy: (Nods) Thanks, Petah.
Sergant Nielson: We'll give you a police escort back to your home. There's still men around the perimeter of your house.
Micky: Thanks, Sarge.
Sergant Nielson: (He and Emma help Mike to his feet) Let's get you kids outta here, in case the Purple Flower Gang decides to come back.
(Micky stops Lauren as the others file out, Davy still leaning on Peter.)
Micky: Oh, babe...(hugs her as hard as he can without hurting her stomach)...I've never been so scared!
Micky: If that asshole had done something to you...
Lauren: Mick, I'm okay, really.
Micky: How did you end up in here? You ran into someone who looked like me...
Lauren: *nods; blushing again* I really did think it was you. He said, um...he wanted to... *makes a face, then shakes her head* But he lured me to the sedan and they pulled me in. Davy was already there.
Micky: (Growls) That bastard! (Holds Lauren) I'm never going to let that joker near you ever again!
Lauren: I never want to be near him again, even if his face is cute. ;-)
Micky: (Pouts) Is it as cute as mine? ;) :p
Lauren: *chuckles* No way! Yours is much cuter, despite the fact it's the same face. (makes a face) He smirks too much, though. ;-)
Micky: (Grins) Yeah, I noticed that. He's an arrogant ass, but we'll catch him. (Takes her hand) Come on, babe, let's go home. :) :x
Lauren: Gladly! :x:D
(The two are the last ones out of the room as they join the cops and their friends, hand in hand, happy to be with one another again.)