Everyone ready to trap this guy?

Mike: Hell yeah.

Peter: I hope this doesn't get ugly...

Micky: Definitely.

Davy: I am.

(We open back on the yacht. The guys sit on the deck as Russ pulls her into port. Charlie is sitting at a table this time, not leaning against the side.)

Mike: I think we'd better head back to the house. The girls should have gotten to the cops by now.

Peter: I'm sure the police will want to talk to us. We'll tell them as much as we can.

Mike: Without tryin' to explain our involvement with Belavarg.

(The boat pulls into the harbor, this time without the dramatic arrival. All four guys get to their feet.)

Mike: Who wants to carry Charlie around this time?

Micky: I'll carry him.

Mike: You do that.

Russ: (He joins the guys) So hey, what're you gonna do next, Boss? (Frowns as Charlie's head falls forward) What, did his motor get run down at the sauna? (Grins and slugs Charlie in arm) You animal!

(Charlie's head falls backwards and he almost ends up on Micky.)

Russ: Boy, he really needs to unwind. Maybe he needs some time at the beach. (Grins) He sure loves watchin' all them women!

Mike: I'm sure he does.

(Cut to the guys getting off the yacht. Micky helps Charlie, making him wave to various people at the marina.)

Mike: (As they climb into Ursula) I can't BELIEVE no one's figured out he's dead yet!

Micky: Unbelievable, considering how much of a life of the party he apparently was.

Peter: I talked to some of the musicians at the hotel. Apparently, when he was here, Charlie was a night owl. They said he usually spent his days either on the golf course or trying to get over a hangover at the bar, sauna, on the beach, or by his or the hotel's pool.

Mike: Everyone must think he's just REALLY hung over.

Davy: Just the usual for ol' Charlie, then.

Peter: (Blushes) They also said he's hit on just about everyone woman over the legal age of consent who regularly visits the island at one time or another.

Mike: That ain't surprisin', either. And they seem to dig him. You saw Teresa.

Peter: No wonder Belavarg wanted him dead.

Mike: Yeah, he can't stand the competition.

Peter: Micky, do you have any idea of how to trap whomever Belavarg sent to kill Charlie...and now, us?

Micky: Well, since we still have Charlie, we have bait.

Mike: Yeah. I don't think this guy is really after us. His boss would have a fit! He wants Charlie. He thinks he's still alive.

Ursula: (As they pull up at the house) If this man Charlie was wealthy, perhaps he might have some things in his garage that Micky could use to net or cage the assassin until he can be handed over to the police.

Mike: (Nods) That's true, Urse. I'll bet he has all kinds of fun things in his garage.

Peter: We can check the house, too.

Ursula: (As the guys pull into the garage) You be careful. This man is armed, and may be more than a little crazy if he believes a dead man is alive.

Mike: We'll be ok, Urse. For one thing, I think there's only one of him. It's just a matter of disarming him and making sure he doesn't tattle to Bela.

Peter: (As the four head inside) Ok, who gets to handle Charlie now, and who wants to help Micky set up a trap for the assassin?

Mike: Mick, why don't I help you out? We'll let the other two Charlie-sit.

Micky: *Nods, handing Charlie off to Davy* Sounds good to me.

Davy: Thanks, mate.

Peter: (Looks down to the beach) Maybe we could take him down there? We'll let him sit on a blanket and tell everyone he's still sleeping one off. (Grins at Davy) At least we'll be able to enjoy a little of our vacation!

Peter: (He takes Charlie's other arm) Let's change into our bathing suits. It's still too early to swim, but at least we'll be able to catch some rays. ;) :)

Davy: Sounds good to me.

Peter: (As he and Davy haul Charlie to his feet) And I think Charlie could use to dry a bit. He's still wet from the sauna.

Davy: Get him a nice little tan, too.

Peter: Ok, boy. And up we go!

("A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You" begins as Davy and Peter haul Charlie down to the beach. They make him wave to all the girls who blow kisses at them. One pinches Davy's cheeks, giggling.)

*Davy grins, being nice.*

(A group of girls instantly surround Davy. Peter sighs and settles Charlie down on a blanket, covering him with sunscreen.)

(Bertanelli clomps onto the beach, now wearing a thin blue shirt, shorts, and sandals with socks. He sees Charlie...but then Davy comes over with his group of girls and block him.)

(The girls all gather around the trio. They giggle at Charlie and listen to Peter play guitar. Davy chats animatedly with a few of them.)

(The girls finally pull Davy up and point to the water. Wanna go swimming?)

*Davy nods and waves them all toward the water.*

(Peter grins and waves to them. Hey, wait up! He follows after them. Bertanelli hurries over the moment they all take off. He pushes a cloth over Charlie's mouth, trying to look like he's wiping his face when he's really stifling him. He then takes off again.)

(Peter, Davy, and the girls run back over. Peter frowns. Charlie's getting too much sun! They need to go back to the house and get him inside.)

(The girls all look disappointed as they gather around Davy, Peter, and Charlie. Davy gets some hugs and pecks on the cheek from a few.)

(Cut to inside. Mike pulls at a rope while Micky fusses with a net.)

Mike: I seem to remember tryin' somethin' like this a long time ago that took forever to work. Remember that Sigmund guy?

Micky: Yes, but this time it'll work. *Mutters* I hope.

Mike: For one thing, the rope and net are better. Spared no expense, our Charlie. (Makes a face) I can't wait to turn him over to the cops. This is damned freaky.

Micky: Okay... *jumps down* the net's all set.

(Peter and Davy walk in with Charlie. Peter looks up at the guys' work.)

Peter: Do you think that'll do it?

Mike: We couldn't come up with anythin' better.

(Emma, Lauren, and Daphne come in as Peter and Davy settle Charlie down by the stairs.)

Emma: The police are on their way. Valerie's giving them directions.

Mike: What took you guys so long, anyway?

Emma: Just getting someone to actually talk to us! Half the police force is apparently either at the resort or on the beach.

Peter: Micky and Mike rigged a trap for the man who killed Charlie. We think he may still be after him!

Emma: (Looks up at the net) And here I thought you guys were going to go out and catch fish.

Micky: Ha ha ha.

Mike: Em, don't... (He looks up) I hear somethin'. Sounds like feet. Ain't the cops or Val.

Peter: (Gulps) Who wants to get the door and lead them in here?

Micky: I'll do it. *Opens the door.*

Handyman #1: (It's the same two handymen and gardener we saw earlier) You can't outrun us anymore. We're here to collect what Charlie owes us.

*Micky rolls his eyes as the men invite themselves in.*

(The three men walk right into the room, not noticing the net.)

Gardener: Ok, Mr. Towland, you've gotta give us the money you owe us, or else!

Mike: (Sniffs; frowns) Waaaiiittt a minute...

Handyman #2: (He's carrying a lead pipe) Look, all we want is our money!

*Micky sneaks over to the release for the net and lets it go.*

Handyman #1: Now, we don't want any trouble...hey! (The net falls down around them) What gives?

Gardener: What's going on?

Peter: You guys tried to kill Charlie!

Handyman #2: Us? Look, you've got the wrong guy, boy. We want money from him, not him dead!

Mike: (Sniffs) I don't think it was you guys. You're pissed off, not dangerous.

Micky: That means I wasted my net!

Emma: But if it's not you guys...

(Suddenly, the door to the house is slammed open, and we hear bullets! Everyone hits the floor, including the handymen and gardener.)

Bertanelli: (As he stumbles in) Where are you, Charlie, you bastard? (He sees him sitting on the couch and grins) Ahh. May you rot in hell! (He shoots Charlie point-blank in the chest.)

Peter: Hey, that's not a nice thing to say!

Mike: I think this guy is beyond that, Pete. Anyone got any ideas?

Peter: Maybe someone could draw his fire while the rest of us get a hold of the cops and tell them there's an emergency here and get off the beach NOW!

Micky: *Whistles* Hey, you! Mr. Gun Happy!

Lauren: *Slaps her forehead and groans* Mick...

Bertanelli: (Points his gun at Micky) And now, I'm going to have to take out the rest of you. (Shrugs) Nothing personal. I don't care what the Boss said. You saw me kill him. Can't leave witnesses, you know.

Mike: Shit. Davy, take Daph upstairs quick and get a hold of the cops.

Micky: I didn't see anything.

Mike: I wasn't payin' attention. Were you, Em?

Emma: (Shakes her head) Not me!

Peter: (Closes his eyes and puts his hands out in front of him) I'm blind, sir!

Bertanelli: Now, who should I take out first? (Points a gun at Lauren) Short n' cute, (moves to Mike) or Tex, (moves gun to Micky) or Curls?

Micky: Would we be going dutch?

Bertanelli: Now, just for that mouth, Curls, I think you can go first. (He shoots at Mick before the Handymen jump on him)

Mike: SHIT! MICKY!

Peter: Mick! Are you ok?

*There's a flash of blue, just before Micky falls to the ground, groaning.*

Lauren: Mick!

Micky: *Slowly props himself up on one elbow* Owww...

Mike: Damn that asshole and his gun! (He joins the handymen in the fray, ignoring the fact that Bertanelli's gun is now going wild.)

Peter: Micky, what happened?

Micky: *Quietly* Deflected the bullet with the blue light, but I felt some of the impact. That's why I fell over. *winces* That's gonna leave a lovely bruise.

Peter: At least you're still alive! (He ducks another bullet) Which is more than I can say for the rest of us if someone doesn't get that gun!

Micky: Someone who's not in pain imagine it away already!

Emma: I'll do it! (There's a blue light around Bertanelli. When it subsides, the Handymen and Mike are now laying over him and she holds the gun) Enough, boys!

Mike: (Grins) Good work, darlin'. Also late work. (He takes the gun and shows it to her; the cartridge is empty) He's out of bullets.

Lauren: Figures.

Bertanelli: Yeah, but I can still get you kids! (He pushes the Handymen off him and lunges for the bar. He picks up an empty beer bottle and breaks it, pulling out the sharp top half) Ok, who wants to go next?

Micky: Will someone knock him out already?

Bertanelli: I'll bet it's Charlie. Charlie's gonna knock me out. He's still alive. (Points at the corpse on the couch) See? He's still alive.

Mike: (Pulls in front of Emma and Peter) I don't like the sound of that laugh.

Bertanelli: It's you, ain't it, Charlie?

Handyman #1: What do you mean, Charlie's dead?

Handyman #2: There goes my paycheck!

Micky: *mutters* What a putz.

Bertanelli: You're livin'. I saw you. Saw you at the resort. Everyone on the island knows you're alive! (He grabs Charlie by the throat) Well, say good bye, Charlie! This is your last breath!

Mike: Micky, does Charlie still have that line on him that you were usin' to wave to everyone earlier?

Micky: *nods* Yeah, he does...

Mike: Great! (He lunges for the line sticking out) I'm gonna make use of Charlie. When he goes down, you grab the assassin and tie him up.

(Mike finally manages to grab the rope, pulling Charlie's hand into a fist...which slams into a very private spot between Bertanelli's legs. He drops what's left of the bottle and doubles over.)

Emma: (Taking the rope from the net) Come on!

Lauren: *Grabs another end* Let’s wrap this turkey!

*Micky grabs another end and pulls it around Bertanelli.*

(The gardener helps as well. Bertanelli is trussed up tight as a tick as Davy and Daphne run downstairs.)

Mike: (Grins and gets to his feet) Nice work, guys. (Looks up as we hear sirens in the distance) The cops are comin'. Good work Dave and Daph, too.

(Valerie comes in with the cops as Micky and Lauren pull Charlie back onto the couch and the two handymen lead Bertanelli over to the door.)

Police Captain: (Raises his eyebrows) So this is the guy who killed Charles Towland?

Bertanelli: But I didn't kill him! Look! (Points to Charlie as two men with a stretcher come in and set him on it) He's still alive! You can see it in his eyes!

Mike: (Puts up his hand) Don't look at us, officer. We know Mr. Towland's dead. We found the evidence this mornin'.

Bertanelli: But he ain't, I tell 'ya! Just ask my boss!

Police Captain: We'll do that. (Two cops take Bertanelli) This guy is gonna need a nice, locked room for a while.

Police Officer #1: Don't anyone leave here until we can take some statements.

Mike: (Turns to the others) Well...anyone got any ideas of what to do now?

Valerie: Why don't we stay?

Mike: Are you kidding?

Valerie: It's not like anyone's going to be able to do anything with Charlie's holdings over the holiday weekend. What little family he has doesn't live in the area.

Peter: Besides, we'll still be able to do those floating parties.

Mike: (Shrugs) Suit yourselves. Rest of ya wanna stay?

Davy: Sure.

Micky: *Rubs his newest bruise and shrugs* Why not?

Emma: Why don't we head out to the resort and check out the scene there, then?

Mike: Yeah. Take the cars out for a spin. Might help to get away from the house before the next party.

Peter: Sounds great to me. (Shudders) I don't think I want to come back here without the floating party. Too many ghosts around. (Looks at Charlie on the stretcher) Literally.

Micky: I think I'm just gonna lounge on the beach.

Davy: Anyone wanna bury Micky in the sand?

Mike: Shame we can't bury Charlie in the sand. The guy may have been an ass, but even he deserves a decent burial after taking down that hired gun.

Peter: Let's let him rest, Mike. He deserves it.

Emma: (Takes Mike's arm; shivers as her eyes meet Charlie's dead ones) Yeah. Let's let dead men lie.

Mike: (He also shivers) Yeah. (They all head out to the beach, Charlie "watching" them as we fade out on the group arm-in-arm.)