After a WAC is mysteriously shot and killed during rifle training, an Army general buddy of Charlie's hires the Angels to temporarily enlist in the military to find out who murdered her and why (most of the police on the base are female and wouldn't be able to get answers out of the male officers, or so the general says). Jill and Kelly get stuck posing as (very nosy and very disgruntled) privates, while Sabrina goes undercover as a nurse. Some interesting story points in this plot are nearly camouflaged by writer Jeff Myrow's need to bring it all to an explosive conclusion. A lady soldier who enlisted with a secret heart murmur is the key to the mystery involving a drug company selling out its expired medicine to a doctor and one of the training sergeants--but Sabrina isn't able to get any information out of her and we never learn her fate. L.Q. Jones overacts mercilessly as Sgt. Billings, yet his relationship with the deceased WAC (which Jill and Kelly determine early on was romantic in nature) is not explored further. Instead, we get Farrah Fawcett-Majors (braless) and Jaclyn Smith enacting hand-to-hand combat, training with gas masks, shining their boots, peeling onions, and looking through drawers and filing cabinets. There was great potential here for a first-rate examination of dirty pool behind military base doors (and the scenario is convincing, apart from Smith and La Fawcett being allowed to wear their locks long and flowing). Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time on the clock to explore all the angles, nor flesh out the two villains. Bosley gets a tour of the stockyards (seems the murder weapon was broken down and hidden in the garbage used for swine slop) and Kate Jackson has a second or two when she honestly looks frightened for Farrah's safety. The climax on a remote airstrip is patched together (sloppily) by the editor, but the tag at the end is fun. No matter who does what to whom, these Angels always come up smiling.
