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(violin music)

(soft music)

- Can you hear me, Johnson?

Johnson?

Johnson, I picked up your emergency call.

Who did this?

Can you hear me, Johnson?

Was it Kalleti?

Johnson, was it Kalleti?

(police sirens)

(police sirens)

(suspenseful music)

(police sirens)

- Come on, Mac.

- [Mac] Wayford 238.

- Mac, Sam Loover.

- [Mac] Hello Sam.

- Listen Mac, I want you to meet me

at the Northfield hospital right away.

- What is it, Sam?

- [Sam] There's no time for explanations,

just get over there, right away.

- Alright, Sam, I'll be there in 15 minutes.

- Right.

Bring your portable recording equipment

and ask Joe to stand by on the big rat.

- Okay, Sam.

- [Sam] Thanks, Mac.

- Joe!

- How much longer, Mac?

- Just a few minutes.

- Is the radio link working okay?

- Yes, the brain baton is going straight into the big rat.

(upbeat music)

That should do it.

I'll tell Joe.

Joe, you can switch off now.

- Alright, dad.

- Fine, Mac, let's go.

- Hold on, Sam.

I think it's time for some sort of explanation.

- Later Mac, we have less than two hours.

We must get back to your laboratory.

Now listen carefully Joe.

We have the recorded brain pattern of one of my best agents.

Your father's gonna transfer

all this knowledge and experience to you.

I understand uncle Sam.

- Alright, Joe, you know what to do.

Just relax.

Relax completely.

- Yes, dad.

(machines whirring)

(70s music)

(upbeat trumpet music)

- The man you saw at Northfield hospital

was Ed Johnson, one of our top agents.

He's been working undercover for the past three months

on one of the most important cases

the World Intelligence Network has ever handled.

And I believe he was close to cracking it.

- Go on, Sam.

- Well we're up against a ruthless

and very efficient organization.

The man at the top is Mario Kalleti.

- Who's he uncle Sam?

- Kalleti's one of the cleverest agents operating today.

Wherever there's political unrest, there you'll find

Kalleti selling guns to the highest bidder.

- Do you think this man is here in England?

- I'm sure of it Mac.

I mean to nail him.

Every year hundreds of people

are cut down by guns supplied by Mario Kalleti.

- It seems to me, Sam, such a man must be stopped.

But how do we do it.

- We've had one break.

When they dumped Johnson in that alley,

they overlooked his microrecorder.

Listen.

This is the last message on the tape.

- [Johnson] Report A17.

Johnson, 1100 hours.

Fox will attack 2100 hours today.

Target shipment tango 120, will confirm.

Out.

- What does it mean, Sam?

- It means that the fox, Mario Kalleti,

intends to hijack tango 120.

A truckload of automatic rifles

of the latest design in approximately one hour.

I want Joe to be with that shipment to lead us to Kalleti.

- Why use Joe on the mission, Sam?

- Those rifle cases are only four foot long

and weigh less than 80 pounds.

Joe's about four foot, isn't he?

- Yes, he is.

- [Sam] And his weight?

- Oh sixtom.

- That's 84 pounds, close enough.

(upbeat music)

- There's the homing signal.

Joe's aboard the transporter.

We can monitor his position all the way.

- Well if Johnson's information is correct,

Kalleti will strike in one minute from now.

(upbeat music)

- Right on time.

(gunshots)

(exploding)

- That driver's got his foot right down.

- Oh don't worry, he won't get far.

(crashing)

- Right get the guns loaded into the trucks.

Let's go.

- The signal's stationary.

The transporter must've stopped.

- Could it be some sort of traffic hold up.

- Possible, but on a country road not likely.

I think Johnson was right.

They've been ambushed.

Great.

- What do you mean great?

If they find Joe...

- That's just it Mac.

As I said a grown man could never hide

inside one of those crates.

Who would be looking for a nine year old boy?

No, it's just great.

Joe will get a free ride right back to Kalleti's hideout.

(buzzing)

- [Kalleti] Kalleti.

- [Man] The helicopter reports the tracks are one mile

from the base and have not been followed.

- Good.

Give them clearance to enter the complex.

- Well, even Mr. Kalleti should be satisfied.

Everything went without a hitch.

- Shall we unload the trucks?

- No, we can do that later, come on.

(crashing)

- What was that?

- I can't hear anything.

- Sounded like it came from one of the trucks.

I think I'll check it out.

- Oh come on, you're imagining things.

- I guess you're right.

(suspenseful music)

- Joe 90 to base.

- It's Joe.

- Loud and clear, Joe 90.

- Phase two complete.

I'm in some sort of underground complex.

I'm going to take a look around.

Will report in 15 minutes.

(dramatic music) (beeping)

- Intruder in area four.

Intruder in area four.

Intruder in area four.

- You fool, someone followed you back to the complex.

- No, impossible.

- Get down there.

- Yes, sir.

- I want him.

Preferably dead.

(dramatic music)

- Over there!

(gunshots) (upbeat music)

(gunshots)

(crashing)

- [Grayson] You alright?

- Yeah, but Grayson, it looked like a kid.

- Come on.

- Hey.

Intruder, now in area seven.

Repeat, area seven.

(gunshots)

(tires screeching) (exploding)

(gunshot)

- We've got him cornered.

(dramatic music)

- Drop your gun.

I said drop it.

(clanking)

This is the end of the line, kid.

The very end.

(dramatic music)

- (chuckles) So, this is the intruder.

- Yes, Mr. Kalleti.

- What's your name, boy?

- Joe, sir.

- Joe what?

- Joe 90.

- Ah, an unusual name.

What are you doing here?

- I'm an agent for World Intelligence Network.

- (laughs) I see, that's very interesting.

And this is your case?

- [Joe] Yes.

- What's this?

A badge.

A transmitter, huh?

They could almost be real.

Grayson.

- [Grayson] Yes, Mr. Kalleti?

- Take the boy home.

- [Grayson] But sir, you don't understand.

This boy seriously wounded two of our men.

- Do you take me for an imbecile?

It'S obvious to me what happened.

At the first alarm, some fool fired at a shadow

and the rest of you panicked

and started firing at anything that moved.

It's a wonder someone wasn't killed.

- Mr. Kalleti, this boy's a crack shot.

- I've heard enough of your lunatic excuses.

Take the boy home.

- Come with me.

- Mr. Kalleti. - Yes?

- Can I have my case?

- Oh, certainly, Joe 90.

(dramatic music)

The boy has seen and heard too much.

Tell Grayson to dispose of him.

- [Man] Yes, Mr. Kalleti.

- Alright, son, you're going home the same way you came.

- I forgot my glasses.

- You won't need them.

- Joe should have reported again by now, Sam.

- Don't worry, Mac.

With Ed Johnson's background knowledge,

he'll be able to handle Kalleti.

- I hope you're right, Sam.

Oh, I hope you're right.

- [Joe] Joe 90 to base.

- Are you alright, Joe?

- They've caught me, dad.

- Where are you now?

- I'm locked in the boot of a car.

- Listen Joe, do you have your glasses?

- No, but I know where they are.

- Okay, you've got to get those glasses.

- Joe, feel around the lock.

There's probably a slot with a hook in it.

- Someone's coming, I can't say anymore.

- I've got a message from Kalleti.

Dispose of the boy.

- It'll be a pleasure.

- Now follow me in the other car.

- Right.

(upbeat music)

(beeping)

- The signal's moving.

- What's going on, Sam?

(suspenseful music)

Oh, we can't just sit here, Sam.

Something's obviously wrong.

- You're right, let's go.

(dramatic music)

(exploding)

(beeping)

- Mac, the signal stopped.

- Joe.

(radio chatter)

- I made them search the wreckage

and there was definitely no one in the car.

Did you see the crash, sir?

- No, we were just passing.

- [Radio] Patrol 147.

Calling 147.

- Excuse me, sir.

- I don't understand, Sam.

- It means Joe must still be in Kalleti's hideout.

- Have we any idea where that is.

- Well I plotted an approximate location

from Joe's homing signal in the laboratory.

- Then what are we waiting for?

- Document 178, cold and transfer immediately.

The consignment ordered October 15th

will be ready for shipment early next week,

and will consist of 1,200 mach 17 automatic rifles

and 350 Brenner's submachine guns.

The price is as agreed and must be paid

in gold one week prior to shipment.

The actual details of the payment can be worked out later.

I am leaving for Geniva tonight.

And expect to be there in three days.

(smashing)

Where are you?

- Close enough to kill you, Kalleti.

- Grayson, Davis?

- They're not here.

You sent them to take me home, remember?

- Carter?

Carter?

- Are you sure this is right, Sam?

- Yeah, Joe said he was in an underground complex.

There must be a hidden entrance someplace.

(upbeat music) (gunshots)

(clicking)

- Alright, Kalleti, I'm coming to get you.

You're the only one left, Kalleti.

It's just you and me.

- Alright Joe 90.

Come on, come on!

(gunshots)

Come on out.

(gunshots)

- Over here, Kalleti.

(exploding)

- What was that?

- Sounded like an explosion.

(dramatic music)

- Over there.

- [Sam] That's it come on.

(yelling)

- Joe!

Joe!

Joe!

Joe.

Joe.

(exploding)

(exploding)

- Dad, uncle Sam, it was just great.

- You had us worried, Joe.

We thought you were in that car

when it went over that cliff.

- I'm sorry, uncle Sam.

I must've dropped my homing device

when I was struggling to undo the boot of the car.

- What happened to those men, Sam?

- We picked them up.

It was a clean sweep.

- Great.

What's my next assignment, uncle Sam.

- (chuckles) I'll tell you your next assignment:

a hot bath and straight to bed for you, my boy.

- And that's an order.

(soft upbeat music)