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(tense music)

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- That's it.

Get moving.

- Right.

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- Our courier friend is giving us a little trouble.

I'll have to slow him down a bit.

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- This is A14 breaking radio silence.

Come in, control.

(tires screeching)

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- Right, let's get that dispatch case.

- [Control] Come in, A14, come in, A14.

A14, come in, please.

We did not receive the end of your emergency message.

- [Man With Mustache] There it is.

- [Control] Please repeat.

A14, are your receiving me?

A14, come in, please.

We did receive the end of your emergency message.

Please repeat.

(Control drowned out by engine rumbling)

- Well, let's see what we've got.

It isn't even locked, very careless.

(electrical whirring)

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(electrical whirring)

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- We must face facts, Harry.

It's too much of a coincidence.

- Just what are you insinuating?

- You mentioned facts, Sam, well, let's examine them.

In the last month, three of our top couriers

have been killed.

It must be an inside job.

- I couldn't agree more.

What other explanation can there be?

- Look, I've been in the special courier section

for 18 years, head of it for the past seven,

and if you're saying that one of my boys is a traitor,

you can have my resignation right now.

- No one's calling for resignations, Harry,

but they will be if we don't find the answer to this.

If A14 hadn't been using the new dispatch case

with the destruct device,

more vital microfilm would have been lost.

- I can't believe anyone in my department is a double agent.

- Well, it's a dangerous situation,

especially with the big one coming up.

- I've been thinking about that assignment.

I'll take it myself.

- Think again.

The mission's off.

- But Chief, it's vital.

- You heard what I said, Sam, it's canceled.

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- Something ought to be done about that boy, Professor.

- [Mac] Yes, yes, I'm sure you're right, Mrs. Harris.

- Hair raisin', that's what it is.

You should hear the things he comes out with.

- [Mac] Yes, yes.

- Are you listenin' to me, Professor?

- Oh, you have my undivided attention.

Uh, hair raising, I think you said, hmm?

- Well, yes, so it is.

All make-believe, I know,

flying planes and doin' brain operations,

but it's all so real, the way he tells it, I mean.

- I'll have a word with Joe, Mrs. Harris.

- Yes, well, he's a good boy, really.

Now, I've put all the shoppin' away, sir.

See you the day after tomorrow.

- Thank you, goodbye, Mrs. Harris.

- [Ada] Goodbye, Professor.

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- Dad.

Uncle Sam's on his way.

- Ah Joe, you haven't added clairvoyancy

to your other talents, have you?

- Uh no, Dad.

He called me on my W.I.N. transmitter

while you were talking to Mrs. Harris.

- You don't suspect Harry Sloane, do you, Chief?

- No, after 18 years, I think we can assume he's loyal.

- Then why'd you tell him the mission was off?

- Sam, you know how important this assignment is.

The courier would be carrying the new codes and cipher tapes

for the whole of our eastern network.

- Then Harry Sloane was the obvious choice.

- He still is.

Sloane's brain patterns were recorded

while he was in my office,

but his cover might be broken, and so--

- Your sending Joe 90, great idea, Chief.

Well, we'll soon be there.

Mm, smell that sea air.

- Yes, reminds me of home.

- But I thought you were brought up in the mountains, Chief?

- That's right, in the Sierra Nevadas.

Sea air, Sierra (chuckles), you get it?

- Oh yes, Chief, very sharp.

(birds chirping)

(electrical whirring)

- The transfer is complete.

Joe now has the brain pattern

of Harry Sloan, your top courier.

- Right, come over here, Joe,

and we'll give you your final briefing.

- Make it quick, Sam.

We haven't got a lot of time.

- Now Joe, listen carefully.

This is the new type dispatch case adapted by the lab boys.

It contains a trigger mechanism and enough plastic explosive

to blow this whole place to pieces.

Once it's shut, the device is set.

Anyone trying to open it without the special key

will detonate the charge.

- I understand, Uncle Sam.

- Right, Joe.

Your flight to Tehran leaves in three hours' time.

As soon as you get there,

call us on your W.I.N. transmitter.

- What about Customs?

- Eh, don't worry about that.

It's all been taken care of.

- No one outside these four walls knows about this mission,

and I can't see anyone suspecting a nine-year-old boy.

- Come on, Joe, I'll drive you to the airport.

- Good luck, Joe.

- Bon voyage.

(engine rumbling)

- Well Joe, the plane leaves in 15 minutes.

You'd better put on your glasses.

- All right, Dad.

- And remember, on no account open that case.

- I won't forget.

Well, Paris, here I come.

- Paris?

I thought your first stop was Tehran?

- No, Paris.

- Well, you're the expert.

- That's right, I am.

- Paris?

- That's what he said.

- But he was supposed to take a flight direct to Tehran.

- Well, that's what I thought.

I assumed he had instructions

to go by another route in case he was being followed.

- What instructions?

You were at the briefing, who mentioned Paris?

- Let's not panic, there's probably a simple explanation.

Get me World Intelligence Paris.

(announcer speaking in foreign language)

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Right, check it out and report back as soon as you can.

Well, passport control reports that Joe was in Paris,

but is now in route for Copenhagen.

- Copenhagen?

What the heck is he up to?

- Will someone please tell me what's going on?

- I don't know, Professor,

but with your son carrying that case,

the situation is explosive.

Literally explosive.

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All right, Professor, lets have it.

- What do you mean?

- You obviously know where Joe is heading.

- You're crazy.

As far as I'm concerned, he's acting as a courier for you.

- He was, until you gave him counter instructions

on the way to the airport.

- I said nothing to the boy about the mission.

- Look Mac, understandably, you were always

against Joe working for World Intelligence.

- What are you driving at, Sam?

- Wouldn't it suit your book to louse up an assignment,

and maybe we wouldn't be so keen to use him in the future?

- So, that's what you've been thinking.

Well, I've had my own thoughts on the subject.

Let's assume that you had a mission for Joe,

a mission so dangerous

that you knew I wouldn't possibly agree to it.

- Aw, come on, Mac, what do you think--

- No, you hear me out.

You invent an apparently straightforward

and reasonably safe assignment,

like taking a dispatch case to the eastern network.

Then with the mission agreed to,

you divert Joe at the last moment to another area

and throw him to the wolves.

- Are you accusing us of sending Joe

on a highly-dangerous assignment without your permission?

- The thought had crossed my mind.

- Oh Mac-- - I suggest

you two cut it out.

The important thing is that Joe 90

has the latest W.I.N. cipher codes with him,

and I intend to make sure

that they don't fall into enemy hands.

- [Attendant] We will be landing

at Copenhagen International Airport in 10 minutes.

Will you please fasten your safety belts

and extinguish all cigarettes, thank you.

- Copenhagen.

- Right, well can't you reach him at home.

- Have every available man out searching.

- [Sam] Well, how long?

- That's right.

- Okay. - Report the--

- Get it as soon as you can. - Moment he's found.

- It's vital. - I don't care

what you have to do.

I want that boy found!

- What a performance, very convincing.

- Look Mac, this is no performance.

- Isn't it?

- We're not trying to deceive you, Mac.

- You've done it before.

(phone ringing)

- Yes.

Right.

That was Copenhagen.

Joe gave our men the slip at the airport.

He's loose in the city.

Now listen, Mac, Copenhagen has received instructions

from W.I.N. headquarters Washington

to put out a C48 on Joe.

- They can't do that, Chief.

- They have no alternative, Sam.

- What's a, a C48?

- Mac, I, I just don't know how to explain.

- I'm gonna level with you, Mac.

It's a red priority order to all W.I.N. agents.

Shoot target on sight.

- Are you trying to tell me that Joe is the target?

- Those ciphers must not fall into enemy hands.

The target is Joe 90.

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- Anyone here?

- [Dr. Newman] The surgery is closed.

Come back in an hour.

- I haven't come here for your professional advice, Doctor.

- I can't help you.

- No, but I think I can help you.

- You'd better come in.

- You've got to get that C48 canceled!

- You heard me speak to Washington, Mac.

There's nothing I can do.

- Well, get 'em on the line again!

I'll speak to them.

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- That's right, London.

The, um, goods are genuine, I'm sure of it.

- [London] But I understood the delivery had been canceled.

You say it's being carried by a young boy?

- Yes, but he seems to know

everything about our export business.

- [Landon] All right.

Take the Seahorse and I'll rendezvous with you and the boy.

- I understand.

Goodbye.

- Everything in order?

- Mm, everything in order.

All right, you can give me the case.

- Now Doctor, you know a courier

never lets the, uh, goods out of his possession.

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- Mac, I'm sorry, I, I knew it would be of no use.

- Sam, we've got to do something!

- Of course, we've got to do something.

The question is what.

Look, let's go over this again.

Joe has got the brain pattern of Harry Sloane,

so provided he's wearing his glasses,

his every move would be dictated to him.

Now, we know Harry Sloane's beyond suspicion.

- Why?

- Well-- - Why?

- Why, because the man's been with us for 18 years,

because he's been checked and double checked,

because he's, well he's carried out

a hundred successful assignments.

- But wait a moment.

Just a short while ago, you were accusing me.

Come to that, I was accusing you.

- Mac, you've got a point.

Yeah, maybe we should get hold of Harry Sloane.

- Send out an all-stations alert for Harry Sloane.

Contact me the moment you've located him.

As you say, Professor, we've got to try something.

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Got it.

Now, listen carefully, contact HQ and explain the situation.

Get them to cancel that C48 immediately!

You were right about Sloane, Professor.

He requisitioned a helijet.

A radar fix puts him five miles off shore

heading out into the English Channel.

- Well, what are we waiting for?

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I think we'll take a few shortcuts.

- You, uh, all right back there, Chief.

- Yeah, I guess I'm fine.

- When will we make the rendezvous?

- Don't worry.

Our organization is very efficient.

(propellers whirring)

There he is.

After you.

- No, after you.

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(gun banging)

- There's the helijet and a launch.

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(whistling)

(gun bangs)

(engine whirring)

- You're too late, Dad.

I'm sorry, they've got the case.

- All right, Sam.

You know what to do.

- Well, they went to a lot of trouble

to get the dispatch case, all in vain.

Detonating now.

- With that remote control destruct system, Sam,

you could have exploded that case at any time.

- That's right, Mac.

But despite what you may think,

we consider Joe to be our most special agent.

- I second that.

Joe 90, our most special agent.

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