Maddie has a date.
Or, she already did. Meaning she saw him once and that’s it. She continues on her eternal parade of ‘not very interested’ and, when flowers from the latest man arrive at the office, chucks said gift in the trash.
The Blue Moon staff took bets on when this new attempt at romance was going to crash. David’s not one to miss the chance to riff her about it.
Maddie says there’s not much to talk about. It was the same routine, spark-free and desultory. David says the unfortunate lad must have gone to a lot of trouble, and it’s no fun to be left in the dust. Maddie asserts no one takes their time or really cares anymore. She implies the man may have only feigned interest until something else did or didn’t happen…
David says he actually knows what she’s getting at. The next opportunity of substance may be right around the corner.
She’s looking at him.
“I’ll trade you an evening of ‘fun’ for an evening of ‘fine,’” David challenges her. Each one must treat the other to that person’s idea of a good time.
Either they’re on the verge of admitting their real feelings for one another, or they are still so afraid they must cover them up in the form of a friendly dare.
In any event, David shows up on time and in astonishing style. He is dressed to the nines, hands her a rose and walks her to the limo. They’re off to the symphony.
What David forgets to tell her is he got the tickets from a scalper. And the scalper didn’t say the tickets were stolen.
This may turn out to be the least of their worries.
Once at the concert hall, they find the seats are in different sections. Maddie, furious, refuses to look at David, who leans over so far to wave in apology he nearly takes a header into the lower gallery. He shimmies over the railings to try and get to her. She pulls him to safety and storms out of the hall in disgust.
“Do not speak to me again in this lifetime,” she hisses. Maddie stomps out to the limo. David jams the tickets in the ashtray outside the hall. He half-jokingly offers to take her somewhere else, but she’s given up. Off she goes.
Romance well and truly messed up, it’s back to life at the office.
Ms. Hayes is not too happy to see Dave the next morning. She hurls a paperweight and David just gets the office door in the way in time. He waves a hanky in surrender and finally walks in.
Maddie tears into him about the embarrassment of the night. David, to his credit, not only apologizes for the umpteenth time but does not call her out on the fact that he could have died out there. Literally.
David gamely tries to get Maddie to still go on her part of the challenge, namely the ‘fun’ night, but she won’t hear of it. In her mind, that was forfeited by the disaster. David protests, but no dice.
They are visited by FBI agents. One of their contacts was also supposed to be at the symphony, but things went wrong and the detectives may have received the information instead. Maddie says she saw nothing, but will help as much as she can.
Agnes butts in with news that two more agents are waiting across the way.
Now it’s getting *really* weird.
The others tell the same story. The detectives can only wonder what the information was.
They go to Maddie’s house to ransack the bag she was carrying last night. There’s a parking stub—funny, as they arrived, and she left, in a limo.
The stub leads them to a public garage and the car the contact left behind. There’s more than a spare tire in the trunk: maintenance suits, firearms, plane tickets and documents identifying one of the two groups of agents—-as operatives of the enemy. The spies had planned to disguise themselves, get in the arena, kill the target and flee the country.
Maddie’s all for leaving it in the hands of the authorities, but David opts for soldiering on.
When their vehicle is stolen, our detectives have to buy their way into the arena like anybody. They are met by the same cretin who ‘helped’ David the last time.
It’s Maddie’s turn to shell out. She takes care of it, though she’d rather be anywhere else.
Since they know the spies have back the guns from the trunk, they’ve got to get extra close to the action if they’re going to save the day. Off to the dressing room of boxer Mohammed “Boogaloo” Brown. A little tomfoolery later, they’ve knocked the man out cold.
They put on the boxing team robes and head out there. Maddie is the coach, David the fighter.
All David has to do is warn the Russian, Kabonov, of the danger. The man doesn’t know David from next Thursday, so has no reason not to reduce him to pulp before David can say ‘trouble.’
The show must go on.
The host is Don King himself, promising “peace to the world through fights!”
The bell sounds.
David has all the heart in the world, but zero boxing skills. He takes a thumping but manages to stay on his feet and coherent. He gets to mutter a warning as planned. The Russian, however, doesn’t seem to understand English. Oops. Now what?
Maddie rallies David with a speech about the American way of life. Addison heads back out there, only to receive a pounding worse than a milk carton under a hammer.
It’s up to Maddie now.
She charges in there, ignoring that Kabonov is already celebrating what he thinks is a cut-and-dried victory. The audience laughs at the image of the new challenger, who is, er, rather different than they’d expect. Kabonov can’t believe it either.
The sniper, hidden in the scaffolding, readies the rifle.
The Russian shoves Maddie in contemptuous jest. Maddie jeers at him. The crowd rallies to her cause.
As David knows, she packs a deadly right. This time it’s the Russian’s turn to see. In two shots she knocks the man to the ground.
The gunman opens fire. Everyone panics. Don King points out the culprit as the crowd breaks for safety. Maddie gets the ‘win’ and rushes to poor David in the corner.
Problem solved. Disaster averted.
Who said chivalry is dead?