The Angels always deliver an entertaining hour, and this episode is another strong entry in the canon. The plot initially involves a missing antiques dealer, but upon investigation the plot mushrooms to include a prostitution and robbery racket, a prize race horse, smuggling and syndicate-style cold-blooded murder.
Two especially enjoyable characters introduced early on were Cooley and Mumford as the burglars. They had an enjoyable repartee and I hoped to see more of them throughout the episode, but when they did reappear it was only to be viciously murdered gangland style by Mafia hit-man Ernesto. He even states the only reason he didn't murder Sabtrina was because he wasn't paid to kill her.
Sabrina is usually considered the "smart one," but in this episode she is "dumb and sloppy," the very words she used to describe Cooley and Mumford. Outside the warehouse, she radios Bosley, Jill and Kelly to give her location. She states the road she's on, but the transmission cracks up before she can give the cross street, and instead of waiting for a "roger" or some response from the others, she puts her radio away and rushes into the burglars' warehouse, where she is soon captured, bound and blindfolded. What was especially frustrating about her blunder was that it cost Cooley and Mumford their lives and prevented the capture of Ernesto and resolution of the case. Even more chilling, Sabrina shows absolutely no remorse or regret over the deaths that happened right behind her.
An iconic event from this episode is the infamous pursuit of Jill on a skateboard by a killer in an ice cream truck. For absolute ridiculousness, it ranks right up there with Lynda Carter's similar skateboard ride on WONDER WOMAN a couple years later. Actually, the same stuntman seems to have done the heavy lifting in both scenes, as is much more obvious on DVD than it was when first broadcast.
There wasn't even a compelling reason for the chase--Ernesto played fair and gave Jill the diamonds, and she supposedly gave him the whereabouts of the kidnapped racehorse Khaki. He wasn't making any hostile moves, so why did she kick over the trash can and run?
Upon the safe return of Clifton, Bosley asks him what his mother would think, but Clifton's mother Maggie is an old eccentric I doubt anyone would want for a mother. First, she shows very little real concern for her son's safety when the Angels interview her, preferring to tell tall tales of her time with Harry S. Truman. Then she takes a very cavalier attitude when Sabrina's breaks it to her that Clifton is a client of prostitutes (maybe whatever two consenting adults do is okay by Maggie, but the law states otherwise when one is soliciting hookers, high-priced or otherwise). And when at the end it looks like Clifton will be going to the clink for diamond smuggling, she is nonplussed, drinking her champagne and flippantly saying he'll learn a lesson. Ma Barker had more compassion for her boys than Maggie does for Clifton.
One especially despicable character who never got her comeuppance is Tracy the prostitute who stole the heart of the hapless and lonely antiques dealer (he keeps her picture on his nightstand and lavishes expensive gifts upon her). She heartlessly kept Clifton occupied while Cooley and Mumford robbed his shop, taking the ceramic frog on a nostalgic whim for Andy Devine's 1950s television show. Had they left that frog, none of this would have even happened. I liked that touch, how one small, seemingly insignificant thing sparks an avalanche of events.
Tracy was played by Laurette Spang, just a couple years before landing her best-known role as Cassiopeia on BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. She's beautiful, but lacking the heart of gold an amoral Hollywood likes to give its bad girls (though Bosley does note she's a UCLA Art History student with a 3.4 GPA). I liked the scene where she and Jill dish on the prostitution business in the powder room, Jill showing her own savvy with the street smarts so often attributed to Kelly. Less believable was Tracy's going along with Jill's scheme so quickly after discovering Jill in her apartment rifling through what seemed to be her LP collection (in search of what clues, besides her musical tastes?).
A fun episode all around, especially closing as it does with the recurring gag of Charlie having been nearby and the Angels eager to know what he looks like, here interrogating a poor cocktail waitress. Only 10 episodes in and it is clear why the series was a huge hit--well-written stories that are well told and enacted by a talented cast and welcome guest stars. The feeling that everyone was enjoying themselves making the series is contagious, as is the camaraderie among the four principal players.