Over at ABC, Aaron and Len and Mr Arnold go in to meet with Frederick Pierce, the network president. Mr. Pierce thinks that the show isn't believable. Wow, I can't believe he said that! Aaron pulls some yada yada out of his ass about the show's title sequence, detailing how the girls are all police-academy graduates, and how they work for Charlie now, and so they're certainly qualified to go undercover as geishas to bust an international drug ring or what-have-you. And Mr. Pierce is fine with this. "Nix the male co-star. Guys, you've got yourself a show," he says, and we go to break. That's the act break? Shouldn't the act break have been on "if this doesn't work, we're toast"? I guess not.
Fawcett-Majors household. Lee comes home from being Bionic, and he and Farrah make out on the landing for, like, twenty minutes, before she tells him in excruitating detail what she made for his dinner. Her domestic skills turn him on so much that they make out a whole bunch more. The phone rings, interrupting the tonsil hockey, and Farrah has to get it, because she knows it's her call time for the next day's shoot. When she hangs up and tells Lee that she has to be at the studio at 5 AM, he announces that as long as she's home by 6:30 to cook his dinner, he doesn't care. They make out some more. I don't get why Lee doesn't use some of his six million dollars to hire a staff.
The next morning, Farrah's alarm rings at 4 AM. She clicks it off, tired. At her house, Jaclyn hits the snooze. Kate, on the other hand, is already up and doing sit-ups.
Later that morning, in hair and makeup, Jaclyn and Farrah are exhausted, but Kate is chatty and cheery and busy berating the Very, Very Gay Wardrobe Guy about her outfits.
Speaking of outfits, Jaclyn is not happy about the fact that she has to wear a bikini in one scene and, the next thing you know, she's holed herself up in her trailer over it, the big baby. Aaron comes in to talk her into it, and she announces that she's bow-legged and her granddaddy is a minister and she just can't be naked on television! She can't be! Aaron smarms that she has a beautiful body. "I'm a conservative girl!" Jaclyn whines. "Even conservative girls go swimming" is Aaron's brilliant comeback. It's true, you know. He promises Jaclyn that the entire scene will be "in the most glamorous good taste." She huffs and puffs and tosses her hair, but finally agrees. Come on! Who can resist the lure of glamorous good taste?
Cut to...the pool scene. Jaclyn drops her robe and the crew drops their jaws. Compromising your principles is okay if you're really hot.