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May I help you, madam?

I'd like to sell gold, please.

For cash.

Certainly, madam.

And the weight?

One hundred kilos.

That's one million dollars, please.

Hell and damnation.

London, Paris, New York, Rome, all completely saturated. God's blood, man.

Figures, figures.

Since nine o 'clock this morning, the markets of Western Europe have been

flooded with gold bullion. Some 5 ,000 kilos so far.

25 million dollars worth. The pounds, the mark, the franc are all completely

undermined. Overseas?

Well, Hong Kong's closed, sir.

And New York hasn't opened.

But I imagine their knees are knocking.

$120 an ounce and falling.

And taking our currencies with it, sir. Where the hell's it coming from?

We analyzed the first batch that came on the market this morning, sir.

Soviet .999 fine.

9 a .m., it was worth over $10 ,000.

And now you couldn't get a Mexican strumpet to scratch your back for it.

Investors are unloading their Kruger's, their Sovereign's, even their gold

fillings for whatever they can get. The market's gone mad, sir.

What's the motive? Political? Strategic?

It's completely undermining our economies.

I'll pass our findings on to the Chancellor, sir. That doesn't seem to

You'll pass that no further than you'll pass water.

This is our concern.

I beg to differ, sir.

A world run on gold, a lot of confidence in all our major currencies.

It's outside our sphere, sir.

It's not yet worldwide. It's limited to Europe. We must contain it here.

Or? Or Western economies collapse.

And we'll be tilling soil and medieval pig farms for the next ten generations.

Gun and powder.

Oh, Sir Anthony, I must object.

What can the whole of Interpol, let alone Michael Gunn and that half -baked

sidekick of his, do?

Special executive was established to deal with the unusual, the desperate and

the hopeless. Any of these amply suit this morning's havoc.

In any case, I, for one, don't fancy a spell in the Dark Ages.

Get gunpowder.

Good morning, Mr. Gunn. You and your ally are instructed to report to Special

Executive immediately.

Present cover location, Central District Hospital.

Appropriate dress required.

This tape will self -destruct in five...

No, I'm terribly sorry. It's not available.

Well, he's in his class.

Well, I'll see for you.

Sir?

Powder?

Powder. It's a lead -out.

As usual, Michael, your time is atrocious.

It isn't a social call.

Your transport is ready, sir.

Trouble, I suppose.

Big trouble.

All hail Caesar. I await thy command.

Special executive.

Pronto. It may come as a terrible shock, but some of you do have to work for a

living. And some of us have better things to do.

See you at the office.

Morning. You're not on today.

Go on, then.

Don't get sad.

about my yoghurt?

Thank you.

Not very talkative this morning, are you, lads?

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

Silver top?

I never order silver top.

The service isn't what it used to be.

Move!

Quickly! Class three!

You

love

the material.

Silk. Tied silk.

I suppose the recorder was your idea. Anything to attract your attention.

No points for subtlety.

Catch anything?

Nothing short of a foul temper.

You should have seen the one that got away.

You should pay more attention to one that hasn't.

Struggling against your barbed hook.

Leave not before break.

You're not more conservative.

Style, Michael. Style.

Mike. The name's Mike.

Come along, boys.

Beep, beep.

Damn it, woman.

Will you never learn to knock?

Gun and powder, sir.

Play in the market, sir? No, but someone is.

More unpredictable than a schoolgirl's left shoe.

Jeremy. Gordon.

Morning, gentlemen.

Howdy.

I'll let you gentlemen get on.

A cup of tea wouldn't go amiss, Miss Bolt.

Damn woman, can't get good secretaries these days. Too many bleeding

Rome, Paris, Frankfurt, Zurich, London.

Bedlam, absolute bedlam. Makes the Wall Street crash look like an accountant's

picnic.

At 9 a .m. this morning, $50 million worth of gold hit the market within the

first 20 minutes of opening time.

It hasn't let up.

Do you get the picture?

It sounds like a B picture to me. It means the collapse of our economies.

Unless, unless we can stop the flow.

As I see it, we've got 22 hours.

New York and Hong Kong will suspend gold sales for today only.

If the floor wasn't curtailed before the European markets opening tomorrow,

well, we all might as well go fishing.

Right. What have we got?

Here's the final.

What's this?

Nothing, Mike.

We've got absolutely nothing.

It's a team spirit I enjoy.

As far as we can tell...

The main center of activity seems to be here.

La Belle France.

That's it.

Sorry, old boy.

Special executive.

The unlimited resources of Interpol behind us.

It's the best that we can do.

Oh, Mr. Bolt, how many times do I have to tell you, please? Sorry, sir, but I

thought you'd like to see this.

Ah, kidnapping, yes, fine, very interesting. Thank you, Miss Bolger,

enough. Please leave us to go on with the business at hand. Right away, sir,

the victim's name did draw my attention.

Keynes? Penny Keynes, research scientist.

Another damned interfering woman.

Sir, Penny Keynes is the country's foremost auric metallurgist.

Come again?

Gold, sir.

Gold.

to be viewed by security -cleared personnel only.

Keens, Penny, born London, 29 -4 -54.

Education, Rodin, Cambridge, BSc, Honours.

Master's Scholarship, Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers.

You wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating a trick of diamonds and garlic

sausage.

1980,

on contract to United States Government.

Department of Auric Studies.

Work classified.

1984, seconded to Center of Otology and Oral Sciences.

Work classified.

All secrets are my little black book.

Whatever she was working on, they ain't giving it away in cornflakes packages.

What we need to know is who took her and why.

Beauty is never enough.

Speaking of which, lady in distress.

Hold your horses, Sir Galahad. There's work to be done.

The world will be saved just as quickly.

Well, don't ask for my help.

May I be of assistance?

Well, thanks, if you wouldn't mind.

I do seem to have a bit of a problem.

Yes, well, I've run into sort of things before.

I'm afraid I don't know one end of the screwdriver from another.

And that's hard to believe.

Well, couldn't this be stopped?

Certainly handy having a man around.

Couldn't agree more.

Speak of the devil.

I've just done my nails.

Going far?

As far as I can.

How promising.

And you, how far are you going?

Oh, as far as... It may interest you to know that I've gone as far as I'm going.

And I'm not averse to a little assistance either.

Can't get much further than that.

I hate to interrupt, but do you think we might push on?

A job well done.

No, thank you.

We'll be in the same neighborhood.

Well, what a coincidence.

Maybe we'll meet.

It's not impossible.

It's enough to drive one to drink milk.

State of it.

I'm sorry.

Thank you. O 'Brien?

Sean O 'Brien, Mr. King's assistant.

My gun and powder.

Bloody business, this.

Bloody is right.

Gold, gold, gold.

Don't know what all the fuss is about.

Silly, he had a metal.

Mrs. D, my housekeeper.

Would you boys like a nice cup of tea?

Yeah, thanks.

That'd be lovely.

Harvey, mother.

I've never seen anything like it.

They went through this place like surgeons.

They knew exactly what to look for and where to find it.

Right now.

In that Piccadilly Circus here this morning, police, Ministry of Defence,

Lord knows who else.

What did they look like?

I don't know. They stunned me before I could get a good look. The others didn't

fare as well.

Lucky for you.

Who's been in this morning?

Before the incident, no one out of the ordinary.

A few M .O .D. vehicles, that's all.

And nobody else?

What's the Keynes working on?

Oh, that, I'm afraid, gentlemen, is classified information.

Did you see anything unusual, Mrs. Dean?

Oh, uh, me?

No, nothing at all.

I hope you don't mind the silver top.

Percy Milkman left the wrong order.

Did the Milkman come this morning?

Late at night.

Service today just isn't a stitch on what it used to be. I can remember.

You didn't mention the milkman.

The milkman?

No. I said no one out of the ordinary.

Milkman's hardly a threat to national security.

Hardly. No.

Well, that was a pretty useless diversion.

I didn't think so.

Got a hunch.

Your hunches usually get me into hot water.

Check out the staff and the gatekeeper.

See if they saw or heard anything unusual.

I suppose while I'm working, you're just one about looking butch.

There's something wrong about that O 'Brien.

He's just not your type.

Oh, no.

You promised.

Not again.

Party, man.

I need the car.

No, I refuse. I've got to think of my image.

You boys can leave then.

Just off, Mrs. D.

Michael. And there you go, then.

We will.

Goodbye.

Michael!

How kind of you to join us.

Welcome to France.

No,

as I was saying, nothing at all out of the ordinary. Before the alarm went up,

that is.

M .O .D.? M .O .D.? D .I .D.? M .O .D.?

What field?

It's the local dairy.

It's the only one in the area.

It comes by every morning?

Yes. Funny thing, though. George wasn't on this morning. George?

He's the usual milkman.

It's a bit of a ladies' man. He probably got way laid, if you know what I mean.

I don't think I do.

Come to think of it, there were two new chaps on this morning.

I've never seen them before.

Gently, gently.

Miss Keens is a very special commodity.

I do...

I demand to know why I have been kidnapped.

I trust you have not been fully treated.

We offer the utmost of comfort.

In the back of a milk lorry?

Don't be ridiculous.

My apologies. It was a necessity.

Oh, a necessity?

Murdering my associates was a necessity?

Release me immediately.

Absolutely.

But first I'd like a little of your time and expertise.

I don't deal with murderers.

Such profanities, Miss Keynes.

I will not be threatened.

The thought never crossed my mind.

This is cream.

One of a pair of identical twins.

Very skilled allies.

With invaluable assets.

Pardon the melodramatics.

I will not be threatened.

Come.

Let me show you something special.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

You are too kind.

I am but a modest chemist. You've managed to stabilize it in liquid form,

without heat.

Gold.

Liquid gold.

For you.

But my strength is my weakness.

After 24 hours, it turns back to liquid.

Oh, my God.

Cooperate. And the riches, the light, the gold of the world can be yours. Your

discoveries are phenomenal.

Given time, this could be solved.

Why don't you return to London? What would be the point?

Everything we do is for influence, for power, for sex.

I do not disillusion myself.

I am no different.

Then I cannot help you.

Cream! I will never help you. Not for... for evil.

Never.

You will.

Tonight. You have eight hours.

In that time you will change.

No.

Take her away!

will.

O 'Brien.

I told you never to call me here.

He was here.

Who?

Gunn. Mike Gunn. And that flashy sidekick of his.

So soon?

Hello? They've been poking around, asking questions.

I didn't expect all this so soon.

Damn it!

They must be delayed.

24 hours.

After that, it will not matter.

What can I do?

You can help.

Offer them fresh information.

Yes. And then?

Oh, down blast.

Leave the rest to us.

I've got no more change. I've run out of tens.

When? Immediately.

Mr. O 'Brien has become expendable.

Please deal with him. Right, sir.

No, Clay, make powder a dull boy.

Good morning.

Ted McPitch, milk marketing board.

Quality control.

I'd like to inspect the premises.

I'm sorry, I didn't have any notice.

Spot check, love.

Wouldn't do to come announced, would it? Think of the evils you might hide away.

Yes.

Well, this is a surprise.

I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.

McTish. Viv McTish.

Jack Boddington.

Nice to meet you.

The pleasure's all mine.

Yes.

Coffee? No, thanks. I'm trying to give it out.

Well, then, we'll go right in.

You don't look much like a milkman.

Oh, I come from a long line of milkmen.

We weren't introduced before.

Mike Gunn. Coffee.

No, thanks.

My name is Coffee. Coffee Carradine.

Your father was a milkman, but they named you Coffee?

Mum invited Dad in for a cup.

He didn't leave for 20 years.

Obviously, she didn't know I was from Decaffeinated.

I'm no less addicted.

I'll bear that in mind.

Can I offer you something, Mr. Gunn?

I thought I might ask you to do me a favor.

Name it.

I seem to have acquired a flat tire.

Another coincidence.

I wonder if your milkman might know something about it.

It's not impossible.

Milk?

Whole milk?

Cream milk?

Chocolate milk?

Creamy butter?

Too fatty.

I'm interested in something leaner.

More life.

Like skim, perhaps.

Now, what do you know about skim? Sixty percent less fat.

Added vitamins.

You shouldn't have to worry.

Is it readily available?

If there's a market.

Oh.

There is.

Oh, but you'll miss the cream.

The curds.

The whey.

Maybe I can return the favour.

It's not important.

We're rather proud of our little establishment.

Central storage.

Cheese, milk, yoghurt.

Our process is the newest in the country.

Offloaders, boilers, separators, packing.

All fully automated.

All in -house.

I doubt you'll find anything to worry the health authorities here.

Hardly need the powers.

Quite, Mr. Matish.

Ours are in France.

All our milk should come there.

France? Yes.

UHT milk.

Ultra heat treated.

We boil it here.

Seal it in cartons.

Lasts for six months.

But of course, you know all this.

Police!

France, you say?

Yes. Of course.

Excellent.

Excellent. A lot of bacterium in the house. You should feel proud.

Justifiably proud. A storybook, Derry.

All that glitters is not gold, eh, Mr. Boddington? Or may I call you Jack?

Cream cheese.

Curds. Whey.

Neuf Chateau.

Wensleydale. Edam.

Gouda.

Emmental.

Excelsior. Mozzarella.

Mozzarella.

Mozzarella.

Cavalli?

I suppose there's not a pint of milk you're after.

I suppose you want my help. If you don't mind.

Do me no pardon.

We meet again.

Solid gold.

Nice year to come. If you hadn't deserted me in such a rush, you might

learned something.

Liquid gold.

Without heat.

But enough of these cinematic dramatics. And now to stem the flow.

On y va, mes enfants, à la belle France.

Where exactly?

France is a big country.

Vesh.

Dr. Vash.

The one and only.

The key.

You will cooperate.

You will.

Gunpowder. Good God, Gun. Where have you been?

Minor diversion, sir. A trifling inconvenience.

The state of one's clothes is hardly trifling. Any progress?

Yes, sir. I've quite a strong lead.

Well, shake a leg. New York's opened. I sometimes don't think you fully

appreciate my efforts.

I do, Powder. I do. I have myself respect to consider.

If we don't sort this thing out by 9 a .m. London time, Gunn, you can forget

your dungeons in country of average.

My life is not an easy one.

And Powder can bid adieu to his Swiss bank account.

How? Quit gassing like two old women and get on with it, over and out.

Such a difficult life.

Hardly sporty.

I don't like it, sir.

There's too much riding on those two.

I wish we could cover ourselves.

So do I, Jeremy.

So do I.

I am sure you would be more comfortable in my laboratory.

Just do as I ask.

No.

No!

3 a .m., 6 hours.

It'll take three to reach Montalban.

I shouldn't have to say the world before 5 o 'clock in the morning.

So, they're moving in a liquid form.

Under the guise of UHT milk.

But who supplies bash?

A hundred pounds of pure gold doesn't go out clean.

Somewhere it does.

How do they keep the gold liquid without heat?

Answer that and we'll know why they fit that many keys.

If they had all the answers, they wouldn't need keys.

Brilliant, Batman.

I've got a problem.

When you've worked it out, give me a call.

Company.

Wake me up when it's over.

Here we go.

Down. I have great faith in you, Michael.

Thanks.

I thought...

Looking forward to some action.

I'm not going to get any sleep whatsoever.

Nearly dawn.

Three hours, and it'll be all over for Vash.

Vash. Vash.

Or us.

Oh, God, not again.

I'll handle this my way.

Boy, come on, my love.

Right through the business.

At least we know we're on the right track.

We've got to get off this road.

Bad tactics come bang up the main drive.

There is a lake.

The back door.

Can you hear me?

I think someone just seized your assets.

What did I tell you about chatting up strange women?

You will adjust, of course. It would be impolite not to arrive on the moon. We

are expected.

But of course.

Ever happened those days when everything seemed against you?

Go back on to plan B.

Plan B?

The enforcement.

instruction.

Organize reinforcements. We'll helicopter them into. Good man.

Gee, I don't believe it. Top marks, Miss Bolt.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Senator.

Here, mine's with milk, please.

Hello, Senator.

Under two hours. Can you work no faster?

Unlocking secrets of the ages is rarely achieved before breakfast.

All will fail without your contribution.

It cannot be rushed.

It will be.

Secrecy and surprise. And flexibility.

Adapting one's plans to realities of the situation.

Napoleon would have approved.

Napoleon lost.

ETA in ten minutes.

We'll bring the reinforcements in and take them with force.

We get the girl, the gold, and the Oscar.

If you don't mind, I'll do a little reconnaissance myself.

Divided pincer movement.

Two -pronged attack.

Wellington. Mind you don't talk to strangers.

You're nearly as bad as my mother.

It's all right.

It's me, Lovell.

Call this reinforcement.

You read the last defense budget?

Under me, will you?

Anyway, there's more on the way.

The SC are dropping powers at 0830 hours.

In the meantime, we create a little diversion.

A little ground cover, you might say.

I would think this is a little out of your line, isn't it?

Well, one likes to do one's bit.

So where's Powder?

Playing in the sand.

Well?

Better get a move on. Time is... Hold it!

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Come along, gentlemen.

We don't want to keep our host waiting, do we?

Another fine mess you got me into. Me? Shut up.

Now move.

Gentlemen. There's one that goes from there.

A fine time to tell me.

What do you propose?

Double pincer movement?

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Shut up.

And I thought I could depend on you.

Don't nag.

I'm getting a headache.

Well, what a delight.

The cavalry.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Please not so enthusiastic. I'm a bit short on beauty sleep.

Congratulations, Mr. Lovell.

Where's the girl?

Miss Keens is quite safe, unlike your economy.

I understand you like a good fight, Mr. Gunn.

That's to say I prefer the physical.

Our radio control informed Sir Anthony that the location was incorrect.

Rendezvous was not achieved.

Do you send him our regards?

May I introduce the Cream Brothers.

We met.

Hello, boys.

Are you a betting man, Mr. Gunn?

Depends on the stakes.

Your life, is that high enough?

No great loss to mankind.

Let us retire, Powder.

I like a man who's forward.

I've got other plans for you.

Don't be too long.

It's as long as it takes.

Don't you guys get bored with this stuff?

Oh!

More valuable than gold, my dear powder.

Mother's milk.

The stuff of life.

I'm not really into bondage. In two hours, the doors of the financial houses

Europe will open.

The flow of gold will continue unabated. The economy will shiver and collapse.

Money will be worthless.

Your society will descend into the dark ages.

Be watery.

depravity manhattan on a saturday night all your gold and diamonds and paper

money will be worthless worthless one thing yes

this gold where does it all come from where

where indeed

to reward my wives.

Enough for Cleo.

But... Hurry, Michael!

Nice of you to come.

I'm sorry I got held up.

You got held up.

I said I'm sorry.

Cutting it a bit fun, aren't we?

Look, I'm getting a little fed up with all this criticism.

Nearly messed up my hair.

You want to be rescued or not?

If you don't mind, Sir Galahad.

That is all mine.

I'll have to get out of these wet things.

Father, there's one or two more pressing concerns.

The end of the world is nigh. A beautiful scientist is about to be

I really don't think it's time to be worried about common cleanliness.

There's only one thing that's common around here.

What did you say?

Nothing, nothing.

I need to get back to the radio.

I'm going to need help.

Read.

Bam!

Powder, give me another gun!

Powder, give me another gun!

Sorry, old love, I just have to say goodnight. My clothes will be fine.

You want something less conspicuous? Really, Michael, a bird has come for so

much.

It's a fine place to put a pipeline.

Come on.

You'll need this.

I'm missing time.

I'm about to center.

Gun, how's your center? Are you there?

Gun, photo, treatment. Gun!

Pardon us. Our gallant Michael Gunn is, as I say, it was close.

Get to the point!

Temper, temper.

We've encountered opposition.

We sent assistance. What happened?

Lovell's allegiance was a negotiable commodity.

The blighter.

Notify all sectors. I want Jeremy Lovell taken and held for questioning.

Paras to be dropped on this location, Montauban, immediately.

Powder. Aye, Captain.

We are the awful reception.

I can't get that damn radio.

Mind the environment.

We do not repeat, do not engage the opposition until we arrive.

Actually, I prefer the single second.

We've checked our record, and the location you gave us is a prime pumping

station for Siberian gas.

Siberian gas?

That pipeline runs straight from the Soviet Union.

So that's how.

Exactly. Milking our economy.

Over and out.

It's done.

Quickly! Quickly!

We only have a few minutes!

Mr. Bolt.

Glad you could make it. Anything to see you being shot at.

Thought you might need another big gun.

Where's the pipeline?

Straight ahead through those bushes.

One hundred yards.

Shall we, boys?

Tally, help!

And just love, domineering women?

Almost like a first date.

Did you have to go to this extent?

You're a hard woman to please.

This way.

Where'd you go? The solution. The solution.

Right there.

The solution.

There it is.

Bess! Let me go!

George!

You silly man.

I

do hope

not.

The fools.

The fools.

Where's Bess? Not now. Must alert the market.

Vote for special executive. Vote for special executive.

Come in, folks.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yours. Look, we can't leave. We have to leave now.

The gold isn't stable.

Easy.

With powder.

Powder!

Oh, my God!

Powder!

Powder!

Powder! Powder,

where are you?

Where are you?

Powder, can you hear us?

Yes?

Must be off.

Pressing engagement.

Must death.

Um... Yes?

Oh.

All over my new clothes.

Won't you fret over a spilt milk?

Not such a bad colour.

Rather fetching, don't you think?

Bye.