Everyone ready to find out what Sheila's up to?

Mike: Sure.

Peter: Could I have more to do?

Micky: Not so loud...stupid hangover...

Davy: I'm ready for my breakfast date. ;)

(Cut back to the Rainbow Room. Emma grins.)

Emma: Ok, Davy, that was great. You even showed humility by letting yourself get drunk AND beat up.

Davy: Thank you.

*Micky snorts.*

Emma: And I think I'll take my turn next. (Grins and leans back against the bandstand) Emma met Lauren at a cafe near the nightclub the next morning, fresh as a daisy and ready to tackle the mystery of the secret room and the counterfeit bills...

(Cut back to black-and-white. Emma joins Lauren at the crowded cafe - actually the old Jaques Cafe set from the original series. Lauren wears a jacket and slacks. Emma wears a crisp broad-shouldered 40s suit and hat over her neat curls.)

Emma: Hi, honey. How'd you get out of work this morning? (Pulls up a chair)

Lauren: Easily. Davy's on his breakfast date with Daphne, and Micky was snoring off his hangoever from last night in his office. You should've seen it. He was sleeping ON his desk. Not just his feet, but his whole body!

Emma: That can't be comfortable. Don't private eyes have dirty little apartments where they do that?

Lauren: Yes, but he didn't make it there.

Emma: Poor man. (To the waiter as he arrives) I'll have a black tea with two lumps of sugar, please. No cream.

Lauren: Black tea for me as well, no sugar, no cream, just a wedge of lemon, please.

Waiter: Yes, ma'am. (He walks off)

Emma: Lauren, actually, I asked you here to help me out. I want to find out what is going on with that counterfeit money ring.

Lauren: *grins* I had a feeling that was why. I'd be glad to help you. I can show the fellas that I could be another partner for them.

Emma: It'll help all of us out. I'll get the story, you can show that you're more than secretary material, and the boys can report to Valerie and get that money I know they want.

Lauren: I like the plan.

(The waiter brings their tea. As he does, we cut to Peter standing in the doorway, looking nervously around the room. He wears his sweater-and-cap costume from "The Malibu Beach Amateur Hour.")

Matre' D: May I help you, sir?

Peter: I'm meeting someone here. Have you seen a red-headed woman named Sheila Saunders?

Matre 'D: No, I haven't seen any red-heads this morning.

Peter: (Wary smile) Then I think I'll just wait for her here. (The man leads him into the cafe and seats him at a table in the back, behind Lauren and Emma.)

Emma: (Looks over her shoulder) Isn't that one of the musicians from the nightclub?

(Another familiar face peeps over a newspaper across from the girls. We can see by his huge brown eyes and the familiar nose that it's Mike Nesmith. He narrows his eyes when he sees Peter sitting down.)

Lauren: *glances over* You know, I think it is.

Emma: I wonder what he's doing here?

Lauren: Got me.

(Sheila, now dressed in a stunningly simple suit and matching hat, saunters in next, passing the surprised matre' d. She sits right down next to Peter.)

Emma: (Almost chokes on her tea) Good lord! Look who joined him!

Lauren: Oh no!

Sheila: (As we cut over to them; Emma and Lauren strain to listen) Hello, Peter dear.

Peter: Hello, Sheila. *gives another wary smile*

Sheila: We're going to need to stop a few places before we go there. I hope you don't mind.

Peter: Oh, okay. *nods*

Sheila: I'm assuming you did get out of rehearsals today.

Peter: Yes, I did.

Sheila: You're a good man, Peter Tork. You're doing a good thing for your country.

Peter: Thank you.

Sheila: When we finish what we're doing, it'll end this country's economic woes forever!

(Cut back to Emma and Lauren. Emma's leaning so far off her seat in an attempt to hear them, she's practically standing.)

Emma: Darn it, I wish I could read lips.

Lauren: Too bad Micky isn't here. He can read lips.

Emma: Figures. He gets drunk when we really need him. (Sheila and Peter stand, Sheila gathering her purse) Look, they're leaving! (Grins at Lauren) Up for a little game of tag-the-redhead?

Lauren: Sure! I have nothing better to do.

(Emma and Lauren follow Peter and Sheila out of the cafe. Mike puts down his paper and follows THEM.)

Emma: (Looks over her shoulder as they follow Peter and Sheila at a discreet distance) Um, is it me, or is that Mr. Nesmith?

Lauren: I think it is. What is going ON?!

Emma: Did MGM announce they needed musicians for their next Eleanor Powell vehicle or something?

("Tear The Top Off Their Head" begins as Peter and Sheila flag a taxi. Emma and Lauren flag another one. Mike tries to get in, but they take off before he can jump in the back. Emma sticks her tongue out at him.)

(Sheila and Peter jump out of their cab in front of a clothing store. Emma and Lauren also jump out.)

(Mike climbs off the garbage truck he hitched a ride with. A man standing on the sidewalk takes one whiff of him and walks FARRRR away.)

(Sheila walks out in a new mink stole. Peter makes a face at the real fur. Emma points them out as she browses through spring dresses.)

(Mike peeks out from under a wide-brimmed hat. He throws the hat off and follows Sheila and Peter as they leave. Emma takes Lauren's arm and follows HIM.)

(Emma points out where Sheila is next - a newsstand. She and Lauren buy a paper and hide behind it, trying to listen in on Peter and Sheila. Mike peers out from behind the building.)

(Sheila walks into the bank to deposit what looks like a large sheath of bills. Emma goes to the teller three down.)

(Mike walks in, but all he can deposit is a bunch of nickels.)

*Lauren sticks her head into the manager's office to say hi!*

(Next, we see them at a baseball game. Peter cheers, but Sheila ignores the fuss and buys lots of peanuts and popcorn. Emma watches them, scribbling. Mike makes a face - the teams aren't from Texas.)

(Lauren cheers as the Red Sox hit a homer!)

(We finally wind up at the nightclub. Emma and Lauren jump out of another taxi. Lauren's arms are filled with Red Sox baseball caps, jerseys, pennants, and cards.)

Emma: I think I saw them come here. (Looks at Lauren) Did you HAVE to buy all that?

Lauren: Yes, I did.

Emma: I wonder what they're doing here? The nightclub won't be open until noon.

Lauren: I don't know, but we might find out.

(Emma and Lauren follow Peter and Sheila as they head around the side of the building. They don't see Mike coming from around the other side. Emma runs into Mike as Peter and Sheila disappear towards the alley.)

Emma: Ouch! (There's cartoon stars as she and Mike wind up on the ground)

Mike: Damn! (Looks up) I knew you were hard-headed, girl, but this ain't how I wanted to prove it!

Emma: What are you doing here?

Mike: I could ask you girls the same thing. (Looks up at Lauren) Enjoyed the game?

Lauren: Very much so.

Emma: We decided to do a girls' morning out.

Mike: I was lookin' for Peter. He missed rehearsals again.

Emma: I thought you said what he did on his time was his business. (They both get to their feet)

Mike: Yeah, but this is the fourth time he's missed rehearsals since we've pulled back into LA. That ain't like him. Usually, he's the first one there.

Emma: We saw Miss Saunders and your Peter walk around the corner.

Mike: Well, why don't we take a look around the corner?

(They all peer around the same corner that Peter and Sheila disappeared around...but they're gone.)

Mike: What the heck happened? Are they Amelia Earheart or something?

Emma: How could they have vanished? The nightclub is locked, and this alley is a dead end! :o

Mike: Man, it's like magic or somethin'!

Emma: (She ducks back around the other side - all is quiet) Nothing! Where could they have gone?

Lauren: *leans again the wall* Who knows... *suddenly falls backward through a secret doorway*

Emma: (Eyes widen) Oh my...

Mike: What in the HECK?

Emma: Nifty! So THAT'S how things have been going and coming here without being seen!

Mike: It does explain a lot.

Emma: (Peers into the door) All clear!

Mike: Do you think that's a good idea?

Lauren: *dusts herself off* Well, we're already here. If anyone else is here, I think they would've spotted us by now.

Emma: (Nods) Yeah. Come on. (She, Mike, and Lauren duck into the dark hallway. They walk down a long flight of steps) These steps go on forever.

Mike: Maybe we'll hit China.

Emma: I hope not. Too many nasty things going on in Asia.

Mike: I think I see a door, or somethin', comin' up.

Lauren: If something jumps out at us and goes "Boo!", I'm leaving.

(The door opens as they decend the staircase. Alex and two of his boys walk out.)

Mike: Oh man! Turn around!

Man 1: So we deliver the shipment...(points upwards)...hey, those are awfully big mice!

Man 2: Cute mice, too.

Man 3: The tall one's ugly!

Mike: Who you callin' ugly, pal?

Emma: Um, I think they spotted us.

Alex: *sighs; turns to his men* Would you shut up and grab these snoopers? Sheesh.

Man 1: Let's get 'em!

Emma: Move! Move! (They hurry upstairs, Alex and his men in close pursuit)

(Emma pulls Mike aside as the men make a running leap for them. They leap right into the same trash that Babbit was dumped in! Lauren grins and slams the top down on them.)

Emma: That's that. (Dusts her hands)

Mike: Yeah, but where's Alex?

Emma: He must have gone in the secret passage... (She goes to the door...but it won't open) Come on, open, you yellow-bellied...

Mike: Whoa darlin', language.

Emma: The jerk locked it on us! We'll never get back in!

Mike: Maybe we just need to find another entrance.

Emma: Or do some more research. (Looks at Lauren) Maybe we'd better go back to the office. Mick's probably awake by now, and I need to make a few phone calls.

Mike: (Thoughtful) Yeah, so do I...

Lauren: Might as well.

(The trio head off, leaving the goons groaning in the trash.)