Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

Get off the babysitter.

Daddy's home.

What is an Angel doing so far from Heaven?

I'm no Angel.

This is hostel, yeah?

I'm good at the bull, no?

Marshal Ray Carter? I'm Alex Munday.

I'll be your rescuer today.

I didn't think you'd find me.

How many men do you have?

I've got two girlfriends in the bar.

They have 50 armed men.

I know. It hardly seems fair.

Come on.

- What is it?

- My ribs.

Dylan? Dylan,

we need to get out of here.

I'm on top of it.

- They got my ring.

- I'm sure your wife will understand.

Kill them!

Kill them all!

Plan B.

Just once, I'd like to walk out of a bar.

Let's go!

Now!

- Get in!

- You got him?

Dylan!

Go for it!

- Dylan!

- I'm trying!

I'm afraid I underestimated you guys.

Yeah.

That happens a lot.

It was three girls!

Three crazy beautiful girls.

But we have the ring.

I always knew this day would come...

Let's go to plan B.

Once upon a time, there were three

very different little girls.

Come on, Alex. This is the last pass.

You can do it!

Harder! Harder! Harder!

I want you! I want you now!

Who grew up to be three very different women.

No.

Okay.

You, hot water.

Here it goes. Here it goes.

There we go.

Now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Perimeter secure.

We're ready for takeoff.

Well done, Agent McDowell.

Hey, check this out.

Our first piece of mail.

- Your 10-year high-school reunion.

- It'll be a fun night, Nat.

- Isn't that cool?

- It's great.

I still can't believe Nat and Pete

are moving in together.

- Our little Angel's growing up.

- It's wild that Natalie owns property.

The most expensive thing I own are these boots.

- Excuse me. Those are my boots.

- Whatever. My point is--

I forgot my point.

You're broke, horny and wearing my boots.

Thank you.

So you thought you could escape my fortress.

Not so fast.

- Oh, my God! Jason.

- Surprise.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

That was fun.

Fun. Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- I miss you. Look--

What are you doing later, after this?

Later on?

Jason, I thought we were

on a time-out.

What? We can't fool around at all?

Hey, Jason.

I didn't think you'd make it.

Yeah, the photo shoot ran late. Plus,

I wanted to miss all the heavy stuff.

- Hey, Jason.

- Hey.

- How's the sequel going?

- Great.

We had, like, 13 writers,

so it should be pretty good.

- I loved the first one.

- Yeah, it was great.

Sorry. We got a great title for this

one:
Maximum Extreme-2.

The premiere's Friday, so I brought you tickets.

I love tickets!

- Hello?

- Yeah?

- Be right in.

- Thanks.

Sorry.

- Thanks for helping out, Jason.

- Yeah, yeah.

Charlie.

Bosley!

What's happening, Angels?

How y'all doing?

- Hey.

- Hey, Bos.

Look here. I see my brother

ain't checked the books in a while.

We have a book?

Look here, lovelies, I only been here

a few days, but will you explain...

...what the hell is this?

Now, what--?

Careful with that, Bos.

I'm all right.

And I also see y'all being played.

Five G's for a Kevlar vest?

- We need those.

- They're made especially for us.

What? You all fine, but you crazy.

What?

Bosley, come here.

- Have a seat, Bos.

- Okay.

- Bos.

- What?

B.

Your brother didn't sweat the details.

- We do what it takes.

- Right.

So, what does a Bosley do around here?

- He does the most important job of all.

- What's that?

He connects us with Charlie.

Okay. All right. All right.

- Good morning, Angels.

- Good morning, Charlie.

Bosley, I hope the Angels

aren't being too rough on you.

Man, please. I date fat women.

What are you talking about?

Great work in Mongolia, Angels...

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