Everyone ready to rescue Mike and Emma?

Mike: Huh?

Peter: What's going on? :o

Micky: Excuse me?

Davy: Oh geez... :P

Emma: (Cut back to the Rainbow Room and color; her eyes turn to Lauren, wide) You had Mike and I KIDNAPPED?

Lauren: What? We needed some excitement. It isn't like it's really gonna happen to you.

Micky: Yeah, I was really enjoying that part.

Emma: (Makes a face; all we see of Mike is his long legs, as he's passed out next to her) You're lucky Mike fell asleep.

Valerie: Ok, who's next?

Micky: I'll take over.

Emma: (Raises her eyebrows) This should be good.

Micky: *winks* Like you said, it's a good thing Mike's asleep.

Valerie: Lead on then, Mick.

Micky: We saw those foul smelling goons drag Mike into the room with Emma... *fade to black and white*

(Emma growls and struggles, but to no avail. Alex laughs evilly as the men walk into the room with Mike.)

Man 1: Where should we dump the bandleader?

Alex: How about the floor near his sweetheart? Not too close, now.

(The dump Mike on the floor next to Emma; he hits the ground with a thud that knocks the wind out of him.)

Mike: (Groans) What in the HECK... (he tries to get to his feet, but barely makes it to his knees before he slumps back down) Maaannn...(he looks up; his bleary eyes widen) Em? Darlin', is that you?

(Emma nods frantically, squealing through her gag.)

Mike: (As he grabs the side of Emma's chair) Darlin', I'm gonna get you outta here... (he wobbles on his knees and nearly falls over the chair) No, I ain't...

Alex: *laughs* Aw, is the room spinning too much?

Mike: (Squints) Alex? What are you... (He grapples at the chair and manages to pull himself to his feet) Where are we?

(Emma nods at the printing equipment.)

Man 2: What are we gonna do with him?

Mike: (Rubs Emma's bound hand) Don't worry, I'm gonna get away... (stumbles and clutches the arm of the chair) If my head can stop spinnin'...

Alex: I kinda doubt that.

Mike: What are we doin' here?

(Men move to coils of rope and chains on one side of the room near the printing equipment.)

Man 2: (Grins and picks up a chain link) This is gonna be fun. Can we tie him up now?

Man 1: I'd rather give them both cement shoes and drop them in the Pacific.

Alex: Go right ahead, guys.

Mike: Don't you even... (He pitches forward and lands on his knees) Ow.

Man 1: (Hands Alex some) I know you like to get in on the fun, Mr. Alex.

Mike: (Moves back) No... (But they lean over him, laughing; Alex chuckles)

(When they move, Mike lays on his side next to Emma, now wrapped with chain and stout rope and tightly gagged. Emma shakes her head in anger.)

Man 1: (Yanks Emma's head) This is the reporter dame, right?

Alex: Yes.

Man 1: (Tugs the gag from Emma's mouth) Mr. Alex wants to know a few things, girlie.

Emma: (Makes a face) First of all, don't call me "girlie." Second, I'm not talking.

Alex: We'll see about that. Boys, why don't you show her why she should talk?

Emma: Don't you touch me.

(The men reach for Mike. The largest gives him a sharp kick in his midsection; he gasps.)

Emma: No! He didn't do anything to you!

(They yank his head back; he lets out a squawk under the rough cloth gag.)

Alex: I'm enjoying this way too much.

(They kick his back hard; he screams under his gag.)

Emma: (Screams herself) No! NO!

(One of the men socks Mike in the jaw; when we see him in close-up, he now has a bruised cheek and a split lip.)

Emma: Please, no! Leave him alone! (Looks at Alex) I'll tell you what you want to know, but don't hurt him!

(Mike shakes his head angrily, then groans - the movement just made it hurt more.)

Alex: Ah, now that's what I wanted to hear! *eyes narrow* How much do you know about what's going on here?

Emma: (Narrows her eyes) There's a reason Sheila's not here right now. She went to get a shipment of gold, didn't she?

Alex: What else do you know?

Emma: You're going to flood the market with the gold and more of these counterfeit bills. You're trying to do something to the US economy.

(The goons pull Mike up against the wall. He eyes Emma, shaking his head.)

Emma: I've already told several people what's going on. The cops know. I gave my notebooks to them.

Alex: Dammit!

Man 2: I'll bet she ain't tellin' the truth.

Emma: Of course I am!

Man 1: (Yanks Mike's head again) We could always rough up her boyfriend some more to find out if she's tellin' the truth.

Alex: I like that idea.

Emma: NO! Please, let me go. I'll get you the notebooks. Just don't hurt him anymore!

Man 1: Should we believe her?

Alex: We do have a bargaining chip in her boyfriend, here.

Emma: I promise, I won't tell the cops anything else. I'll get you my notebooks and bring them here if you let him go.

Alex: You bring the notebooks, and we won't harm the bandleader. Got it?

Emma: (Exchanges looks with a battered Mike; nods) Got it.

(The goons untie her. Emma reaches for her purse, which was left on the table.)

(The goons haul Mike onto the couch.)

Emma: The police station I left my notebooks at is pretty far from here...

Alex: How about I bring you there?

Emma: (Nods) That seems fair.

(Mike makes a face. He doesn't want Alex anywhere NEAR Emma!)

Emma: It won't take me long.

Alex: It better not take you long, either, or else I'll give my boys the go ahead to play rough with your boyfriend.

(Emma's eyes widen as one of the men grabs Mike's hair. He yanks his head back and holds a knife to his neck.)

Alex: Sound like a deal?

Emma: (Eyes widen as the goon pulls it across his neck, revealing a thin trickle of blood) Y...yes.

Man 1: Have a nice time, Mr. Alex!

Alex: *puts an arm around Emma's shoulders* Allow me to escort the Lady.

Emma: (Pushes his hand off) Just don't touch.

(They walk off together. Cut to Micky and Davy's office. It's early morning now. Micky, Davy, and Lauren all sit around the office, drinking tea and coffee. Lauren hands the boys the notebooks.)

Micky: *narrating* As it turned out, Emma gave the notebooks to Lauren, and not the police. So we started to mull over them...

Micky: *opens one of the notebooks* This is fantastic! There's already enough here to incriminate!

Davy: She's been one busy little bee, hasn't she? (Looks at Lauren) Did you ever hear from her after that date she had with Mike Nesmith last night?

Lauren: *shakes her head* No. We were gonna meet for lunch.

(A head pokes timidly in the door at this point. It's Peter, holding his cap and looking VERY nervous.)

Peter: H...hello? Mr. Dolenz? Mr. Jones?

Davy: Come in, Mr...

Peter: Actually, you know me from the Club Headquarters. My name is Peter Tork. I'm the pianist and French horn player for the Michael Nesmith Orchestra.

Davy: What brings you here today, Mr. Tork?

Peter: Valerie told me you're trying to find out who killed Mr. Babbitt. (He takes a big breath, then says) I have some information.

Micky: Please, take a seat. What do you have to share?

Peter: I know what Sheila and Alex are doing. (Gulps) I've been working with them. I thought they were trying to help all the poor people who still don't have money!

Micky: *frowns* There is still time to redeem yourself and help us out.

(Emma enters at this point. She's trying to straighten her wrinkled dress. Her hair is a mess, her hat is gone, and she looks weary.)

Emma: (Smiles) Hi, Lauren. Do you have the notebooks?

Lauren: *has an idea something is up* I just handed them out to the fellas. Is something wrong?

Emma: (Too fast) No, nothing's wrong. I'm just really in a hurry.

*Lauren exchanges looks with Micky.*

Davy: Emma, you don't look so good. Maybe you ought to stay here.

Emma: (Eyes become frightened) No! I can't! They... (she takes a deep breath and says shakily) That just isn't possible. I need those notebooks. It's a matter of life and death! (Under her breath) Literally.

Micky: Something's wrong here...

Peter: Miss Redmer, tell us what's wrong. Maybe we can help!

Emma: (Sighs) Maybe you CAN help, but I'm going to have to make this fast. Alex is waiting for me. (Deep breath; then) Alex and his men have Mike Nesmith in the basement under the Club Headquarters. If I don't bring them the notebooks, they'll hurt or kill Mike.

Micky: Oh no!

Peter: (Wails) No! They said no one would get hurt!

Emma: They've already beaten him, and I think Alex may have drugged him, too. I don't know what I'd do if...if... (She gulps) Alex is downstairs in his car. I can't stay much longer. He thinks I'm in the police station next door. I ducked into the dark alley and went in a back entrance.

Davy: That does it. We have to get Alex and get those notebooks to the cops.

Micky: As quickly as possible.

Peter: I'll take the notebooks. (Smiles) And I'll tell the police what I know. It's the least I can do.

Lauren: That would be great!

Emma: But what about Mike?

Davy: (Grins at Micky) Don't worry, luv. We're going to come up with a brilliant plan.

Micky: You bet we will.