*We see the guys' building. Out in front, we see the four rejoin from opposite directions. Chuck still has a worried and weary look on his face.*

Sach: Are you ok, Chuckie? You look tired.

Blinky: Well, we have had a long day.

Chuck: *Sighs* You could say that.

Myron: Unfortunately, the day isn't over yet. We still don't know where Duke is.

Chuck: Lets talk about this inside. We don't need to advertise this to the neighborhood.

Sach: Yeah. We might have been followed by those guys!

Blinky: (Flaps his arm around himself) Besides, it's getting cold. It won't be really warm at night for another month or two yet.

Myron: *Nods* You're right. Let’s go warm up and do some thinking.

(The guys enter the building. Cut to the Boys' apartment. It looks the same as in "Changes," with Sach's chemistry set now replacing Whitey's radio parts on the desk and shelves in the back. The four sit around the couch in the living room, sipping coffee and hot chocolate.)

Sach: Maybe they took him to another nightclub?

Chuck: It's gotta be another building that DuVal owns. Does he own a second nightclub?

Blinky: He probably owns several.

Myron: How about we make a list of all the places he owns and try them?

Chuck: *Nods* It's a start.

Ma: (She comes in the door with a letter) Hello, boys. Someone came by with this for you. Said to give it to the one in charge.

Sach: That would be me! (Grabs the letter...but Blinky takes it from him and hands it to Chuck) Hey, I'm second in command!

Blinky: Chuck reads better.

*Chuck rolls his eyes and sighs, opening the envelope. His eyes widen as he reads.*

Myron: *Noticing the look on his face* Chuck, what's wrong?

Chuck: Besides the obvious that they have Duke, they want us to meet them at the warehouse on Seventh at nine o'clock if we want to see him alive again.

Sach: Yikes!

Blinky: Oh god.

Chuck: PS. No cops. *his face pales as he crumples the letter*

Myron: Crap.

Sach: Oh man...what are we gonna do? That's not the nicest part of town.

Ma: I don't care what they say. I'm calling the cops. I'll tell them to make sure they stay where they can't be seen.

Chuck: *Looks up at Ma* No! We can't take that risk!

Ma: I don't think it's a good idea. You guys are in over your heads with this one. These people mean business.

Chuck: Please, Ma, these people are already mad. I don't want to risk making them angry enough to do something to Duke before we even have a chance to rescue him.

Ma: Well, all right, but I don't feel good about it.

Chuck: *Faintly* I don't, either.

Sach: Neither do I. Maybe we should bring weapons. (He grabs a heavy frying pan) I have mine!

Myron: Those things have been known to do major damage.

Blinky: Actually, that's a good idea! (He grabs another pan)

Myron: *Grabs two more pans and holds one out to Chuck* Here. We should all be prepared.

Chuck: *Eyes the pan* Right.

Ma: Are you going to rescue Duke, or to a cooking convention?

Sach: Can we do both? I'm hungry!

Blinky: Sach, we'll eat after we rescue Duke.

Ma: (She hands Chuck money) Here. Take a cab to get down there. That so-called car of yours is nothing if not unreliable.

Chuck: Thanks, Ma.

Sach: Ok, boys, let's go rescue Dukey!

(Cut to the outside of an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night. The Boys climb out of a cab, all of them looking rather pale.)

Cab Driver: (Leans out) Are you sure you guys wanted to come here?

Chuck: Yeah, we're sure. *hands the driver money* Thanks.

Cab Driver: Anytime. (He drives off)

Sach: (Gulps) Maybe we should go back and get that guy.

Blinky: This place gives me the creeps.

Chuck: Hey, fellas? *seems frozen with his hand in his jacket pocket*

Sach: What? Did you find money or a flashlight or somethin'?

Chuck: I'm not sure. There's something in the lining.

Myron: In the lining?

*Chuck is now fiddling with the lining in the pocket. After several moments, he holds up an open palm that hold three good-sized jewels.*

Sach: Wow! Where did those come from?

Blinky: They were in the coat?

Chuck: There was a hole in the seam, and they slid right out.

Myron: They were trying to hide them. I bet that coat was supposed to go somewhere else.!

Blinky: That guy sold you the suit on mistake. He may not even have known about it.

Sach: Yeah, he didn't look like a smuggler to me!

Chuck: He might've been the only legit one there.

Blinky: Now we have something to trade for Duke. We can tell them we have jewels and they can have them if we get Duke.

Chuck: This adds a new twist that I'm actually happy about.

Sach: Well, let's get inside. This ain't the nicest neighborhood, and I'm scared.

(Cut to inside. We see a large, dark room with a series of riggings and dusty old machines. In the center of the room is Duke, tied to a chair and gagged. He's a bit dirty and disheveled, but is otherwise fine.)

Sach: Dukey! (Drops his pan with a loud clatter and runs over to his friend) Duke, are you ok? (He hugs him; Duke makes a face and lets out a series of garbled growls)

Blinky: Don't strangle the man! (He grabs the gag off)

Duke: Guys, get outta here! It's a trap!

Man: He's right. (The Boys all turn around....to see a plethora of goons standing behind them with guns) I believe you boys have somethin' that belongs to our boss.

Sach: I give up. What?

Man: (Puts out his hand) Hand it over, fellas.

Sach: Ok! (Hands him his pan)

Man: The gems, smart guys!

Sach: What gems?

Man: The ones in the short, skinny guy's coat. That idiot at the clothes shop sold you the wrong suit.

Blinky: Chuck, give him the jewels.

Sach: WHAT?!

Duke: Hey, those don't belong to them! They're the jewels they stole from the museum! I heard them talkin' about it when I was in the shop. That's why they jumped on me.

Chuck: *Holds out the jewels* Here. *drops the jewels in the man's hand, then* ROUTINE SIX!

(Sach continues untying Duke as Chuck hits the man over the head with his pan. Blinky hits a man in the...important parts. He doubles over, and Blinky rushes off.)

*Myron flails on another with his pan, first jamming it into the man's gut, then once doubled over, he wails him over the head with it.*

(Once Sach unties Duke, he jumps into the fray, shakily decking any many who gets near him. Sach jumps on the chair and waves his pan, but doesn't do much else.)

*Chuck wails a barrage of pan shots and his free fist on another man, ending with a punch to the jaw then puts the man flat on his back.*

(As the man lands on his back, a barrage of cops make their way into the room.)

Police Officer #1: What's goin' on here, laddies?

Duke: Officer, I was kidnapped by these men when I overheard them discussing jewel smuggling in the Tailored Man clothing shop on 3rd Street in the Bowery.

Police Officer #1: You don't say? Perhaps we should take you boys and these gentlemen down to the station for a nice little chat?

(Cut to the living room of Ma's boarding house. She's knitting when we hear a knock at the door. She looks out the window, smiles, and goes to the door, letting five very tired Bowery Boys inside.)

Ma: How did it go with the cops, fellas?

Duke: (Groans) They asked me every question under the sun.

Sach: (Shrugs) I think they just wanted to hear the sound of their voices.

Chuck: It wasn't just the third degree. It was the fourth and the fifth degrees as well.

Blinky: And sixth and seventh.

Ma: (Sighs) Even so, I'm still glad I called the police.

Chuck: *Slight grin* Thanks for doing that, Ma.

Duke: Yeah, me too. I don't know what we would have done if they hadn't burst in like that.

Sach: Oh, knocked those guys out, like always.

Duke: (Shakes his head) Those guys had guns, Sach. We're lucky they didn't get a chance to use them.

Myron: I think they were simply too surprised that we were fighting back. Given any more time, I'm sure they would've remembered those guns.

Ma: So...would someone finally explain to me what this is all about?

Duke: (Sighs as he sits in a chair) I was in the men's shop this afternoon, looking for a new suit, and I overheard somethin' in the back room. I got closer...and I heard a couple of guys behind closed doors discussing a shipment of suits that just came in and had to have diamonds added.

Sach: Those must be the suits Chuckie bought!

Chuck: *Nods* Found them in the pocket lining.

Duke: I got closer so I could hear more. (Makes a face) That's when the guys spotted me. I high tailed it out of there and to the nearest phone booth. I called you guys...but I don't remember much else. Someone grabbed my mouth, then knocked me out.

Ma: Land sakes!

Sach: So that's how you got cut off.

Duke: I'm not sure where I woke up the first time. All I know is, I could hear music in the background. A couple of big guys questioned me and smacked me around a little, but I couldn't really tell them much. I must have blacked out. When I awoke, I was tied up in that warehouse.

Chuck: Where they used you as bait for us.

Duke: They must have found out that the guy sold you the suit.

Blinky: Where does that DuVal guy fit into all of this?

Myron: I bet he orchestrated the whole thing.

Duke: (Snaps his fingers) That was his voice I heard in the shop this morning! I knew it was familiar. I never saw him, though I did see a few goons.

Blinky: I'll bet they had you at the night club. We must have just missed you.

Sach: That would explain the music.

Duke: What about you guys? How did you end up in the warehouse?

Chuck: They sent us a note telling us where to find you. *shrugs*

Sach: Before that, we followed you all over town!

Blinky: (Nods) We went to the men's shop. You weren't there, but I think Myron must have found the jewels before they kicked us out.

Myron: *nods* Or at least some of the jewels.

Sach: Then we went to the night club and danced on stage.

Duke: (Blinks) You did what?

Blinky: That was embarrassing.

Ma: You danced onstage?

Myron: We borrowed some outfits from the girls and joined them on stage.

Chuck: I'd momentarily forgotten about that.

Myron: *Grins* That was fun.

Blinky: I wish we hadn't worn the dresses.

Duke: You guys wore dresses? On stage?

Sach: Yeah! These pink and black ruffly numbers. I don't think the girls were happy about us runin' their routine, but it was kind of fun.

Chuck: I wish we didn't have to do the whole stage bit.

Sach: Why not? That was neat!

Blinky: Myron was doing really well!

Myron: It was fun!

Duke: (Raises an eyebrow at Myron) Remind me to talk to you later, boy.

Myron: *His eyebrows lowered* Huh?

Duke: Maybe you and I could set up an act. Chuck's the only other one of these guys who can sing, and he's busy.

Myron: Really?

Duke: Why not? We're the only musicians left besides Chuck.

Myron: I am all for it.

*Chuck just shakes his head, grinning faintly.*

Ma: I'm just glad you're all home safe and sound.

Sach: I wonder what DuVal is gonna do with those jewels?

Blinky: I'll bet he has another hiding spot for them, now that we know about the men's shop.

Duke: (Yawns and stretches) At this point, I don't care. I just want to hit the sack.

Ma: You boys have a nice night. I'm gonna turn in, too. Night! (She heads out)

Chuck: I'm all for hitting the sack myself.

Sach: Yeah. (He puts an arm around Duke) I'm glad we found you. We wouldn't know what to do without you!

Duke: (Nods) Thanks, Sach. Thanks for rescuin' me, fellas.

Chuck: That's what friends are for.

Sach: Yeah. (The Boys walk upstairs together, their arms around each other, as we fade out.)