Post by owlcroft on May 15, 2014 14:36:16 GMT -5
The State Department wants to maintain good relations with Sheik Casir, the ruler of an oil-rich nation, even if it means interfering with an awkward relationship between his daughter, Ali, and her mysterious American suitor. Even Sheik Casir doesn't know who Ali is seeing. He sends her two brothers to follow her. The ferry boat to Catalina Island is probably fifty percent occupied with people who have an interest in Ali's love life.
Of course Mark is on board, too. This is supposed to be his big weekend off. No Lone Ranger and Tonto business for him, just two glorious days and one presumably fun-filled night.
And then he runs into Ali. It's more like a head-on collision. He ends up carrying her baggage (and, boy, does she come with baggage). She gives him a thank-you kiss as they get off the boat at Catalina.
Mark doesn't even have time for one drink with an umbrella. He's been spotted by Ali's brothers, who mistake him for the mystery beau. But they can't intervene before Mark is scooped up by the State Department guys and taken in for questioning.
Back in LA, with Hardcastle as his character witness, Mark is finally dismissed. As soon as he steps out of the federal building, the pursuit is taken up by the Casir brothers. They're stymied again though, when a new player enters the chase. This time it's Biff Anderson—Princeton man and Ali's one true love. He also witnessed the Catalina kiss and wants some satisfaction.
Mark finally sorts the Princeton guy out and is happy just to be going home. The day doesn't end there, of course. Ali's brothers get their chance late that night, while Mark's making a snack in the kitchen. Hardcastle runs the would-be assassins off and gets a partial plate.
The next morning, the star-crossed lovers show up at the estate. Ali is distraught. Her father is now on the list of people who believe she and Mark are an item and is insisting she marry him.
Hardcastle visits Casir, convinced that he just doesn't understand the situation. Casir is cordial, but says the plans for the wedding have already been announced and can't be changed. In another parts of the house, Ali and Biff are attempting to elope, while Ali's brothers are struggling to complete a heroin sale to an American buyer. It's not that big a garden and the two plans crash and burn. The buyer and Biff both retreat.
Back at the estate, Hardcastle is trying to explain Casir's position to Mark. Biff arrives and tells them about the Casir brothers' side job as drug dealers. Hardcastle sees a way to turn lemons into lemonade; all they need to do is provide Ali's brothers with a crowded gathering to do their drug deal at.
It's a hastily arranged garden wedding, with Mark in tails and Hardcastle presiding. Biff's hanging around looking disconsolate. He spots the buyers and notifies Milt. The deal goes down in mid-ceremony and chaos breaks loose as the bad guys are apprehended.
In the epilogue, Sheik Casir seems reconciled and heads home, telling Ali to marry whom she will.
That's Biff, right? No, now that he's no longer forbidden fruit, Ali's pretty much over the Biffster. She's transferred her undying affection to Mark.
Eek, it's time for the "I'm not good enough for you" speech, a quick farewell peck, and roll the credits.
Written by Marianne Clarkson
Premiered Dec. 2, 1985
Of course Mark is on board, too. This is supposed to be his big weekend off. No Lone Ranger and Tonto business for him, just two glorious days and one presumably fun-filled night.
And then he runs into Ali. It's more like a head-on collision. He ends up carrying her baggage (and, boy, does she come with baggage). She gives him a thank-you kiss as they get off the boat at Catalina.
Mark doesn't even have time for one drink with an umbrella. He's been spotted by Ali's brothers, who mistake him for the mystery beau. But they can't intervene before Mark is scooped up by the State Department guys and taken in for questioning.
Back in LA, with Hardcastle as his character witness, Mark is finally dismissed. As soon as he steps out of the federal building, the pursuit is taken up by the Casir brothers. They're stymied again though, when a new player enters the chase. This time it's Biff Anderson—Princeton man and Ali's one true love. He also witnessed the Catalina kiss and wants some satisfaction.
Mark finally sorts the Princeton guy out and is happy just to be going home. The day doesn't end there, of course. Ali's brothers get their chance late that night, while Mark's making a snack in the kitchen. Hardcastle runs the would-be assassins off and gets a partial plate.
The next morning, the star-crossed lovers show up at the estate. Ali is distraught. Her father is now on the list of people who believe she and Mark are an item and is insisting she marry him.
Hardcastle visits Casir, convinced that he just doesn't understand the situation. Casir is cordial, but says the plans for the wedding have already been announced and can't be changed. In another parts of the house, Ali and Biff are attempting to elope, while Ali's brothers are struggling to complete a heroin sale to an American buyer. It's not that big a garden and the two plans crash and burn. The buyer and Biff both retreat.
Back at the estate, Hardcastle is trying to explain Casir's position to Mark. Biff arrives and tells them about the Casir brothers' side job as drug dealers. Hardcastle sees a way to turn lemons into lemonade; all they need to do is provide Ali's brothers with a crowded gathering to do their drug deal at.
It's a hastily arranged garden wedding, with Mark in tails and Hardcastle presiding. Biff's hanging around looking disconsolate. He spots the buyers and notifies Milt. The deal goes down in mid-ceremony and chaos breaks loose as the bad guys are apprehended.
In the epilogue, Sheik Casir seems reconciled and heads home, telling Ali to marry whom she will.
That's Biff, right? No, now that he's no longer forbidden fruit, Ali's pretty much over the Biffster. She's transferred her undying affection to Mark.
Eek, it's time for the "I'm not good enough for you" speech, a quick farewell peck, and roll the credits.
Written by Marianne Clarkson
Premiered Dec. 2, 1985
