Cut to Mr. Arnold's office, where Aaron is still fighting for Jaclyn. Apparently, she nailed her callback. "Guys, she's a shampoo model," says Mr. Arnold. And you can tell. In real life, I mean. Jaclyn Smith? Pretty. Not a good actress. I remember, ages ago, reading a column by the Los Angeles Times's television columnist Howard Rosenberg, who said that whenever Jaclyn Smith appeared in a movie of the week, he could count on seeing a performance devoid of any emotion whatsoever. And it's true. The woman is a robot. Anyway. My "robot" is Aaron's "breath of fresh air," and he points out that she's playing Sabrina, and, thus, she doesn't have any lines. Mr Arnold rolls his eyes and announces that if this doesn't work, they're toast.
Readthrough. Kate Jackson announces that she's decided that she's going to play Sabrina. Because she's "never played glamour before!" And Jacyln can be Kelly! So, Kate Jackson can just decide these things? Wow, when I start my next job, I think I'll walk in there and announce that instead of story editor, I am going to be Executive Producer because, as Kate says, "by playing against type, [I'll] have more room to grow." Also, I'll make more money. Aaron doesn't seem to care, and tells them to go ahead with the reading; they're going to talk to the network. He and Len hustle off, agreeing that if this doesn't work, they're toast.
While Len and Aaron talk to Mr. Arnold, Farrah and Jaclyn bond at craft services over their shared past in selling hair-care products. I never thought I'd type THAT sentence. Kate interrupts the blah blah blahing to inform them that they're not just pretty faces: they're actresses. Yawn. Where's the catfighting? Shouldn't there be some catfighting in here? I guess not, because now Jaclyn and Farrah are yammering about being from Texas. Kate mentions that she's from Alabama, and she wonders if they can work "the Southern Belle" thing into the script. Farrah twitters that she doesn't think the network will listen to bunch of girls, but Kate announces that it was her idea that they be angels instead of alley cats. "I'm a cat. Meow," Kate snarks. "Please." At this, Bosley sticks his head in here and tells the ladies that he's delighted to be working with such a bunch of hotties, no matter what they are. And you know what? They're all pleased to make his acquantance. Everybody loves everybody! Wake me up when Kimberly blows up the apartment building, will you?
So, at long last, Len and Aaron come back in and tell them the network has decided that the girls need to have a male co-star around to rescue their weak female hides every week. Because girls aren't capable of taking care of themselves, yada yada yada If It Wasn't For Charlies's Angels, There Would Be No Alias, I get it. Wake me up when Krystle pushes Alexis into the lily pond. Needless to say, the girls are not pleased. Kate has a little fit about the indignity of having to be rescued, and how the whole point of the show is that Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves, and after Kate she clears her throat, like, nine times, Jaclyn and Farrah agree. "It sounds reasonable to me," says Aaron Spelling. I have to wonder if Kate Jackson really had this much say over things. I kind of feel like Aaron Spelling would already have told the network that the entire point was that the girls were all self-sufficient and whatnot, but maybe he's just flattering his leading lady by pretending to listen to her.