Everyone ready for a voyage around the bay?

Mike: Not after Valentine's Day.

Peter: Maybe it'll be more peaceful on the water...

Micky: Sure.

Davy: Yeah.

(We open at a small park by the bay. The group stand by the cars, which are parked next to the gazebo.)

Valerie: This was all a demon plot?

Mike: Sure looks like it. Belavarg told Charlie to ask us down here to lure us into his clutches.

Valerie: But why kill Charlie?

Peter: Charlie had his own problems.

Mike: He was scammin' Dark Star and stealin' chicks off of Belavarg. We met one last night. Real piece of work.

Valerie: So, what now?

Mike: You and Daph have to get this briefcase to the police and tell them what's happenin'.

Valerie: What about you?

Mike: (Looks at the others) Maybe we'd better get off the island.

Peter: What if it just makes us look more guilty?

Micky: Which it probably will.

Mike: What would you rather be, guilty or dead?

Micky: I'd like option C. A jar of almonds. *Lauren whacks his arm*

(That's when we suddenly hear gunshots. One bullet splinters the wooden pillar near Micky and Lauren's heads. Several more hit Charlie.)

Mike: Shit. They're still goin'!

Micky: No, really?!

Valerie: Is that the people who are after Charlie?

Mike: Yeah, that's them. Well, that settles it. We can't stick around here, and they know about the house.

Peter: How did you propose getting off the island?

Micky: Well, we could use Charlie's yacht.

Mike: He has a yacht?

Micky: Yeah, it was mentioned in the letter.

Peter: Maybe we could take that to the mainland, or at least to the resort. There will be more security there.

Mike: Actually, that's not a bad idea. We could get lost in the crowd for a while.

Emma: (As there's another gunshot) Let's get outta here! I don't care where we go, as long as it's not here!

Mike: You girls take the evidence to the cops and tell them to meet us at Charlie's house. We'll keep an eye on Charlie.

Daphne: Gladly.

Emma: (Ducks as another bullet is heard) Let's go! (The girls jump into Rosemarie and the boys jump into Ursula as both peel out of the park)

Ursula: (As they speed along the road besides the park and beach) What's going on?

Mike: Urse, we're gonna try to get to the resort and get lost there for a little while, or at least shake this guy.

Ursula: With all due respects, maybe you should just return to the house.

Mike: That's the first place he'll look!

(They pull up into the parking lot next to the marina.)

Mike: Ok Mick, you and Davy get Charlie. Did he mention what this yacht looked like?

Micky: Don't know what it looks like, but the name is hard to miss: It's The Minnow.

Mike: (As Peter chuckles) God, I hate that show.

Micky: *Shrugs* Charlie must've been, though.

Peter: Wow! (They stop before a huge, sleek vessel with the name "Minnow" painted on it in flourishing letters. It looks like a miniature cruise ship and is much larger than Mike's ship from "Castaways") Would you get a load of this!

Mike: Guy had a weird sense of humor.

Peter: Some minnow! It's more like a blue whale!

Mike: (Looks over his shoulder at Davy and Micky) Got Charlie?

Davy: Got him.

(Peter shakes his head as they make Charlie "wave" to various people who greet them at the marina.)

Mike: (As they board the ship) I think you guys are havin' a lot of fun, haulin' him around.

Micky: I think you're right.

Peter: (Raises his eyebrows) Who put their sunglasses on him?

Micky: I found them at the house. They're his.

Mike: (They haul Charlie on board...and he falls over) Whoa! Looks like somebody's a klutz.

Micky: Never said he wasn't.

Peter: Ok, any idea of how to drive this thing?

Mike: Can't be too different from my old boat...

Male Voice: Boss? (A tall man comes out of the main cabin. He has long, bleached-blond hair and wears red swim trunks, a Hawaiian shirt that defiantly doesn't match, flip-flops, and an eye patch. He carries a beer) Boss? That you?

Mike: Who're you?

Male Voice: Captain Russell Logan. Just call me Russ, boys. Who're you guys? Friends of the boss? (He knees down and helps Charlie to his feet) What have I told you 'bout the landin', Boss?

Micky: Yeah, we're friends. Matter of fact, he invited us to stay at his place. Isn't that right, Charlie? *makes Charlie nod*

Russ: That's our Boss! He loves bringin' people around. And you should see the ladies! (Grins and elbows Micky) Some of those little blondes from the beach are real interestin', if you know what I mean.

Micky: Uh, yeah.

Russ: So, where do you wanna go today, Boss? Gonna head over to the mainland, or maybe do a little island-hoppin'?

Mike: Uh, we thought we'd just ride around for a little while before heading over to the main resort to check that out.

Russ: Hey, sounds great to me! Could use a drink at the bar over there. (Looks over his shoulder) What about the Boss? He's kinda quiet for him.

Mike: He's, um...

Peter: He's a little out of it. We had a long night.

Micky: A VERY long night.

Russ: Usual floating party got out of hand again?

Davy: You could say that.

Russ: Did he and Teresa have one of their fights? (Thinks) Or was it Marie?

Mike: No, he and Teresa definitely did NOT have a fight.

Peter: Completely the opposite. I think she wore him out.

Micky: *Nods* I'd say.

Russ: (Slaps Charlie on the back) You old DOG. I knew you still had it in you! (He heads to the cabin) You boys might wanna sit back. We're going to be leavin' shortly.

Peter: (As Russ heads to the cabin) He's an...interesting...guy.

Mike: I think he's drunker than a skunk. Drunk or stoned or both.

Peter: Should we let him drive?

Mike: (He makes for the cabin) I'm gonna have a talk with him.

Peter: (As Mike heads for the cabin) Oh dear. I hope he doesn't cause trouble.

Micky: He probably will, though.

Mike: (He's literally pushed out of the cabin) Yeah, well, I may not have driven the Saratoga, but I did once drive a small ship in a big storm! (The door to the cabin slams in his face) Jerk. (Mike downs a bottle of beer and rejoins the guys)

Peter: Michael, did you have to do that?

Mike: Man, he's piss ant drunk, but he still insists he can drive this rig. Says the Boss has let him do worse. (Points a finger at Charlie) This is your fault.

*Micky makes Charlie shake his head.*

Mike: Man... (Raises the bottle to drink again...but nearly loses it over the side when the boat starts abruptly) Hey!

Peter: Has anyone untied her yet? Or pulled anchor?

Mike: I think I saw the anchor earlier, but the ties... (There's the sound of something breaking off the pier) ...weren't done.

Davy: This guy's not exactly playing with a full deck, is he?

Mike: He ain't even playin' with three cards...whoa! (They're pulling into harbor traffic, with two larger boats coming straight at them)

Peter: I can't watch! (He puts his hands over his eyes)

Mike: I'm gonna kill this guy.

(They just manage to get through the boats with only a little bit of paint and a few hairs of Charlie's toupee flaking off.)

Peter: (Hands still on eyes) Are we dead?

Mike: Not yet.

Davy: I always wondered what it would be like if Mick drove a boat. I hope this is as close as we get to that.

Micky: I heard that, Dave.

Mike: Enough, you two. (He leans back and puts his feet on a chair, beer in hand) Since we have some time and I don't hear any gunshots, why don't we kick back? As long as the guy doesn't sink us and doesn't run into anythin' and everyone thinks Charlie's still alive, we should be ok.

Peter: (Smiles and leans against the side of the boat) It is really kinda nice out here.

Davy: Yes, it sure is.

(The boat passes by a group of girls on a party cruiser, all in bikinis or hot pants and brief blouses. They all wave to the boat.)

Girls: (In unison) Hi, Charlie!

Girl #1: Is there gonna be a party tonight? I loved last night's!

Mike: (Mutters) Don't know 'bout that... (But Peter elbows him)

*Micky makes Charlie wave and nod.*

Girl #2: Great! See you then! (They cruise off.)

(Another boat floats by them, this one with a group of somewhat older men, closer to Charlie's age. They have fishing equipment.)

Man #1: (Calls over) GREAT party last night, Charlie! You never had a better one! We on again tonight? I wanna talk about the sale on my Mercedes!

*Micky makes Charlie nod again.*

Mike: (Grins) You know, 'cept for the dead guy, I could almost get to likin' this. (Takes another swig of beer)

Peter: This is a beautiful resort. It's hard to believe anyone could die here.

*Micky makes Charlie shrug.*

Mike: (He lays back on the bench) You guys do what you want. I'm gonna take a nap. We had a long night. ("Daydream Believer" begins as Mike pulls up his feet and closes his eyes. Peter continues to take in the scenery.)

(Another group of girls, this one a speed boat, wave at Micky, Davy, and Charlie and blow kisses at Charlie.)

(Suddenly, Russ drives hard over a large wave. All four boys jump; Charlie seems to "jump," too. Mike is nearly knocked off the bench. He looks more than a little green.)

(There's a second jump. Peter grabs Charlie, who is leaning a little too far over the boat for his liking. He ties a rope around Charlie's waist and arms. There! He heads over to the other side to greet a group of people on the ferry.)

*Micky grins and puts skis on Charlie's feet.*

(There's another jump. Charlie leans further over. Peter's knocked to the floor. Mike throws his hand over his mouth and leans over the side, now looking about the color of pea soup.)

*Micky and Davy play shuffleboard. The jump pushes Micky's disc into the 100 point zone.*

(There's another jump as Peter waves to a group of young people. Unfortunately, it makes him grab hold of the side and appear to give them a less-than-nice gesture. They start yelling insults and giving it to him back. Cut to inside. Russ rolls his eyes at the kids as they yell insults about how their speedboat can go faster than the huge yacht.)

(Russ runs outside to tell the kids that he'd be more than happy to race them. Mike looks up...then just returns to making noises to the point that his lunch is no longer in his stomach. Peter slouches as far down onto the deck as he can, muttering something about not being here.)

(Peter just crouches down as Russ runs back into the cabin. Now Micky and Davy are yelling insults at the kids.)

(Cut briefly to in the cabin as Russ turns the yacht on full throttle. There's a huge jump that knocks all four guys to the deck...and Charlie over the side of it. We get a glimpse of him trailing behind on rope and skis, doing some pretty fancy tricks for a dead guy.)

Mike: (Manages to get to his feet and shake his fists at the teenagers as the song ends and they pass them) Same to 'ya, you little idiots!

Peter: Michael, I swear, I don't know what I did to get them like that!

Micky: They're teenagers. They get like that.

Mike: (Helps Peter to his feet) Ehh, they were probably just itchin' to cause trouble. (Frowns when he sees that the place where Charlie was sitting is empty) Hey, where's Charlie?

Peter: He was here a minute ago!

Davy: Uh, mates? *Motions to behind the boat* I found Charlie.

(The four guys look where Davy's motioning to. We get a glimpse from the back of the boat of Charlie doing more fancy "moves," to the delight of passers-by who cheer and clap for him.)

Mike: You know, he has pretty good form, for a dead guy.

Peter: I think we ought to reel him in, before he gets even more battered.

Micky: I wouldn't be surprised if he's better at this now than when he was alive.

Mike: Who gets the honor of reelin' him in?

Micky: I'll do it. *Grabs the rope*

(There's another jump...and Micky finds himself knocked overboard! He manages to grab hold of Charlie as all three guys lunge for the rope.)

Micky: *Spits water* Jane, get me off this crazy thing!!!

Mike: Hey, can you do any tricks out there, Mick?

Peter: Michael!

Micky: Fu... *gets splashed right in the face, cutting off his curse*

Davy: *Grins; to Mike* Good one, Mike.

Mike: Thanks, kid. (Sees that they're coming up on a buoy) Hey Micky, get him outta the way, 'fore you hit that thing!

*Micky leans to one side, barely missing the buoy!*

Mike: I think Russ can slow down now!

Peter: Micky, look out! Here comes another one!

*Micky leans to the other side, this time he just barely brushes the buoy, causing him to get a little off balance.*

Peter: We're going to pull you in now, Micky!

Micky: *Yells* HURRY UP!

Mike: Maybe we could leave Charlie out there. He's having so much fun!

Peter: But he's getting waterlogged.

(They finally pull him and Charlie back onto the boat. Both wind up flopped unceremoniously on the deck.)

Mike: Having a good time, Mick?

Micky: *Coughing up water; glares at Mike* Shut up.

Russ: (Pokes his head out of the cabin) Hey, guys. We should be at the resort in a few minutes. (Grins) That was some real nice skiing you two were doing back there! Best I've ever seen! Should win us the lovin' cup for sure! (He slaps Charlie on the back so hard, he falls over) You DOG, you!

Mike: (As Russ heads back for the cabin) As long as he keeps his eyes on the road, I almost kind of like that guy.

Peter: (Frowns as the group turns towards the docks of the huge, modern resort hotel) Aren't we coming up there kind of fast?

Davy: Yeah, we are...

Mike: Oh man... (He lunges for a mast) You guys grab these and hold on! Pete, toss those bumpers over!

Peter: All right... (He does as told. Micky and Davy pull Charlie over to Mike and the mast)

Mike: Ok, guys, hold on tight!

(Even as many people get out of the way, the huge yacht makes a perfect stop right against the marina, between two other boats, without barely touching the bumpers. Russ comes out to see the guys still clutching the mast for dear life.)

Russ: Hey, guys. Is this some kind of weird ritual I never heard of?

Mike: Uh, no. We just didn't want to fall overboard.

Russ: I'm gonna go have a beer. You guys can kick back and do...well, whatever you're in the mood to do. Just tell me when you want to go back.

Mike: (Turns to the others) Maybe we could get lost in the bar, have a beer or two.

Peter: (Sighs) Maybe it would help calm our nerves after all that.

Micky: I could sure use a drink after that.

Mike: How 'bout Charlie? (He makes him nod) He's all for it.

Peter: Let's go, then.

(Cut to the hotel. The guys all now hold up Charlie. He's now between Mike and Micky.)

Peter: (Looks around) Ok, I don't see anyone suspicious.

Mike: Maybe we ought to find a hair dryer or somethin'. Charlie's gettin' kinda heavy.

(Cut to a door that probably leads to the bar. Bertanelli strolls out, looking more than a little pleased with himself. He pulls out a walkie-talkie.)

Bertanelli: Got him, Boss. Shot him in the back on the roads near the beach.

Belavarg: *Over the walkie-talkie* Good.

Bertanelli: Yeah, I... (Eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees two lifeguards greet the Monkees and Charlie as they pass by him on their way to the bar) Shit! I don't believe this! Boss, I just saw him and those little jerks in the hotel!

Belavarg: *Roars* WHAT!?

Bertanelli: I don't know how he survived that! I swear the bullets go him right in the back!

Belavarg: But if he's still living, then apparently they didn't!

Bertanelli: I'll get him for you, Boss! I can't miss this time!

Belavarg: You'd better not. *static comes over the walkie-talkie*

Bertanelli: Damn. (Mutters something unintelligeble, then goes after the guys)

Mike: (He stops; closes his eyes) I have the feelin' we're bein' followed.

Micky: For once, Mike, could you please be wrong?

Peter: Let's not hang around long enough to find out.

Mike: Just stay real cool. Act like you didn't see nothin'.

("DW Washburn" begins as the guys walk slowly but surely across the lobby. Bertanelli follows them discreetly.)

(Cut to the guys in front of a fountain. Mike's going to take a picture of the other three and Charlie. When Bertanelli tries to move in to strangle Charlie, he ends up falling over him, knocking them both into the fountain. The other three manage to drag Charlie away and hurry off, Mike protesting that he never got to take his picture.)

(We next get Peter and Mike settling Charlie in a chair as they go to talk to the band playing for the afternoon crowd at the outside bar. Bertanelli dumps something in Charlie's "drink," which Mike ordered to make it look like Charlie's alive. A girl goes up to Charlie and grabs him, "dancing" with him. Another one grabs Bertanelli and dances with him, despite his protests.)

(The woman brings Charlie over to a couple of her friends who happen to be chatting with Davy and Micky. Bertanelli tries to grab hold of Charlie, but he's danced away before he can.)

(Micky and Davy bring Charlie back to the bar to collect their drinks. Bertanelli hurries over to join them. There's a whole collection of drinks there now. He hands three drinks to the guys, takes his, then leaves the last for another guy who was sitting next to him. The guy next to him takes one sip of his drink, turns purple, and passes out.)

(Cut to...nothing but steam. Mike, Charlie, and Peter sit in the sauna. Micky and Davy are leaning over a grate, trying to steam hot dogs.)

(Bertanelli tries to get to Charlie, but it's too hot in there in his suit! He finally passes out. The guys all walk - and drag Charlie - over him.)

(Cut to Micky, Davy, and Charlie flirting with the girl behind the counter at the gift shop. Bertanelli is about to come up behind them when the girl says "Oh, go on!" to Charlie and pushes him...and he falls down, right onto Bertanelli.)

(The four guys come out back at the marina as Mike and Peter join Davy and Micky, dragging Charlie.)

Mike: (As the music ends) Did 'ya see anythin' weird?

Micky: Nope, nothing.

Mike: (Sighs) I still got this feelin' we're bein' followed. I think we should get back to house and see if the girls have gotten hold of the police yet.

Peter: (Nods) They should have gotten hold of them by now. The island isn't that big.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Maybe we can rig somethin' to catch this guy, or at least stop him before he kills us along with Charlie.

Micky: Hmm...

Mike: We'll talk about it on the yacht, if Russ doesn't kill us goin' back first.

Micky: *Nods* More time to think about it.

Mike: Come on. (As he leads the guys back to the yacht, we see a body in a dark blue suit come flying out at Charlie, only to jump over him and land in the fountain, much to the surprise of startled onlookers and the guys.)

(We fade out on the sopping wet Bertanelli trying to pull himself out of the fountain and call after the guys...who never even saw him.)