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(soft music)

(clacking)

(organ music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(chatter)

- Nice Pineapple!

(gun fire)

(screams)

(dramatic music)

- Poor devil, what was he Colonel?

- An Engineer, English, shot down by patriots.

- Looks like plain murder to me.

- Yeah, the men who do this haven't the courage

to face anyone, unless they've got a gun in their hands.

- There's the answer, stop guns getting to places like this

before the damage is done.

(sighs)

- Brady we do our best but the gun runner

is the most vicious of all of them.

He doesn't even press the trigger

all he does is to sell arms to a bunch of fanatics

who haven't got the legal right to buy them.

- Tell me, how do they get the weapons

in this particular case?

- Do you really want to know?

- Yeah.

- Alright.

Miss Fleming.

Mr. Brady

- How do you do Mr. Brady?

- How do you do?

- [Miss Fleming] Am I glad to have you with me.

- Not so fast Miss Flemming,

I haven't even told him yet.

- I don't get it, what's going on?

- Well you see it's like this.

- Oh please let me.

I just got back from the Mediterranean Mr Brady

from Bay Ahkeem, it's a pocket size state but they've

cause an awful lot of trouble.

I was sent out there with an international commission

to investigate accusations of gun running.

- I happened to read about it.

Your commission found no evidence.

- Oh believe me Brady they're selling guns alright.

- Can you prove this Miss Fleming?

- Oh no, if I could it would be in the report.

No I can't prove it that's why I'm going back.

- You are?

- The point is I need your help, badly in Bay Ahkeem.

- You need me?

- Well I need a friend.

And there's no friend like an invisible one.

- Now let's get this straight Miss Fleming,

you've been serving on an international commission

to investigate gun running, right?

- Right.

- And the commission found in favor of this place,

Bay Ahkeem, but you disagreed.

- That's true.

- Now you want to go back to prove you're right

with no authority, and you want me to go with you.

- I don't give a darn for red tape Brady,

those people are selling guns and guns do this.

You coming with me?

- Yes.

I'm coming with you.

- I gambled on that.

I've got a flight booked, special charter plane

and travel invisible, no one needs to know.

Oh I'll get them this time.

This time I'll have eyes in the back of my head.

(laughs)

(exciting music)

(plane engine roars)

- Oh we were very surprised to see you again

so soon Miss Fleming.

- But pleased I trust?

- Of course.

You like these rooms?

- Yes, they're quite alright thank you.

Here you are.

- This time we will give you two, as you asked.

- Thank you, oh and, what about the car that I ordered?

- At the front of the hotel.

- Good.

- Oh I nearly forgot, there is a visitor waiting for you

downstairs, Monsieur Sardi.

- Well I'm honored, ask him to come up.

- Yes Madame.

- Oh you hear that Brady?

Sardi's the minister of customs and export.

- Uh huh.

I see.

- The whole things going to move a lot faster now that I'm

on my own.

- Yeah, any reason why he should call?

- [Miss Fleming] The honor of his country is at stake.

(knock at door)

Come in.

- My dear Miss Fleming, welcome to our little country

once more.

This time you are not diplomatic?

- No.

- [Voiceover] Just a simple visitor.

- Just a simple visitor with a simple American passport.

- Yes.

I come to tell you Miss Fleming that we were very hurt

at what you said in your report.

- Well I had to say what I thought.

- Very unfriendly.

- Oh nothing rotten in the state of Bay Ahkeem eh, Monsieur?

- Trifles Miss Fleming, trifles like any other country

but gun running, no, no, that's too despicable.

Anyway, I should be the first to hear of it.

- Well if you do hear anything, you'll pass the information

on to me, won't you?

- You are sincere and I admire you for it

but you're hot headed and you may make enemies.

Miss Fleming, if you are in any trouble,

please come and see me.

I will be able to help you.

- Thank you Monsieur.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

(door slams)

- So that's the minister of customs huh?

- Good afternoon Mister Sardi.

- Good afternoon.

(chatter)

- [Brady] There goes Sardi.

- Hmm, what do you think of him?

- [Brady] He seemed pretty concerned for your safety,

maybe he's right, you have enemies here.

- Well if I have it's for only one reason,

somebody's running guns.

(ominous music)

Well don't bother to knock, come right in.

- Miss Fleming,

- That's right,

I seem to be popular here.

- You are wrong Miss Fleming,

there's an aircraft leaving in a half an hour,

- [Miss Fleming] So what?

- You will be on it.

- Just close the door after you Mister.

- Take your things and get out.

(sighs)

- I uh, I see what you mean.

- What is the matter?

- Well don't you open the door for a lady?

(crack)

- Ow!

Ah!

Ow!

Ow!

Help my arm!

- Just as a matter of interest who sent you here?

- No one, I came myself.

- Try again Mister, who sent you.

(cries in pain)

- Stop!

- Who sent you here?

- Stop, stop, Arosa, Arosa, he sent me.

- Arosa, manager of citrus export?

- [Villain] Yes, yes, I tell the truth.

- I'm going to surprise you mister,

I believe you.

(pants)

Now take my advice and go to the country

for a few days Mister.

- You do this to me?

You a mere woman.

- You stay where you are.

(whacks)

(moans)

- [Brady] Sardi was right, you've got enemies.

- Yeah, looks like it.

- [Brady] Ah, let's see who it is, Hasaan Malia,

truck driver, citrus export company.

Maybe we better tie him up and keep him here eh?

(eerie music)

That'll keep Mr. Malia out of harms way.

- Here I think we better get down to the export office

before the rest of the day shift shows up.

- [Brady] Do you know where it is?

- Sure they showed it to us when I was here

on my official visit but this time they won't expect me.

- [Brady] Come on, let's go.

- Thank you.

- Good afternoon Madame.

Allo?

She is leaving now.

No, she does not look upset.

She has no baggage.

I am quite certain.

Yes, she's quite alone.

She has driven off in her car.

(ominous music)

- There it is straight ahead.

- [Brady] Citrus export company.

Are the offices there as well?

- Everything's there and it's probably guarded,

let's try our luck at the back.

(engine revs)

(door slams)

(door slams)

- [Brady] Let me go first.

You never know what sort of a reception we might get.

We'll take this with us could be useful,

come on.

(hammering in distance)

Let's see what's in here.

Keep back, stay here, I'm going to have a look around.

(sneaky music)

(phone rings)

- Yes,

Oh no,

No Mr. Arosa is not back yet.

Yes everything's all right.

All the special crates are in the back.

Yes, they're well out of sight.

Alright.

Come on, get on with your work.

- [Brady] Special crates huh?

Ah.

- Brady?

- [Brady] Take a look at this.

I guess this is what we've been looking for,

special crates.

- Yes.

27 go out today.

- [Brady] And they're somewhere here.

Into the back.

- It'll take a bit of finding won't they?

- [Brady] Yeah, let's start.

- Shh!

- [Brady] My guess is they have a special mark.

- Could be.

Citrus export.

Brady, look the X in export is bigger

than the other letters.

- [Brady] Let's take a look inside.

- Oranges.

- [Brady] I wonder.

Take a look at this.

There's your proof Xena.

- Oh I was right.

- So,

(dangerous music)

(gasps)

- Ah, help!

(cries out)

- [Brady] Run for it Xena!

- What about you?

- [Brady] I said run for it.

I'll see you back at the hotel.

- Ow!

(cries of pain)

- [Brady] Get out of that.

- [Arosa] What is going on?

What is all this?

- It's the American woman Mr. Arosa, she's been here,

she's seen everything and now she's got away

and the door is jammed.

- Don't worry, she can't do us any harm.

It has all been arranged.

- We've been very patient Miss Fleming,

but now we insist, you must stop spreading

these vicious accusations about our country.

- But they're all true Mr. Sardi.

I have the evidence now, look.

- What is it?

- It's from the files of the Citrus Export Company.

- Where did you get this?

- From their offices.

- [Sardi] How?

- I can't tell you that.

- So they have special cases of oranges,

is this all your evidence Miss Fleming.

- No, I've seen the guns at the warehouse.

- This is hard to believe.

- Well then come and see for yourself.

And hurry before they have a chance to get rid of them.

- Alright, we must inform the police.

Have you told them?

- Not yet, I came to you first.

- That was wise Miss Fleming.

Alright, show me this evidence

and you will have my complete support.

- Thank you.

(hammering in distance)

- Ah Mademoiselle Fleming, Mr. Sardi, this is an honor.

- You are the manager here?

- Yes.

- I have reason to believe your companies engaged

in gun running.

- But this is ridiculous.

- You have certain crates marked with a large X

in the export?

- That means nothing.

- I wish to inspect them.

- Of course.

- Oh no, no, no, Mr. Arosa, the ones we want

to see are this way.

- Akwood, come with us.

- Xena, Xena are you back yet?

It's Peter Brady here,

Xena, Xena,

- Look all these crates have the special mark,

why don't they open them?

- Open the crates please.

- But I assure you.

- Please open them.

(Oranges fall)

You've brought me here on a fool's errand Miss Fleming.

- But I don't understand it,

there were guns here I saw it.

- I have no more patience with you.

Please come with me.

- Just a minute Mr. Sardi.

- Please Miss Fleming.

(groans)

(dramatic music)

- Well, do you need any more proof Mr. Sardi?

- No, Miss Fleming.

- This is terrible,

will you please come with me to the office.

Please Mr. Sardi.

- Well.

- Oh please Miss Fleming, forget what you have seen,

I'll make it worth your while.

$5000.

- Oh, don't be,

- Where are you going?

- I'm taking the first plane back to New York

and I'm recalling the commissioner as well.

- Oh, it's not just my word this time.

Don't forget I have Mr. Sardi as a witness too.

- Don't count on that Miss Fleming.

- I don't understand.

- First I had to find out if we could bribe you into silence

but with no success it seems.

- You mean you knew about this all the time?

- I'm not as stupid as you Miss Fleming.

I realize that if people are determined to buy guns

they'll get them.

Why should we turn our backs on the money offered?

Hand bag,

passport.

- No.

- Let us be on the safe side, we must have proof

that she left Bay Ahkeem before she disappears.

- You can't.

- You know what to do with her passport.

- Yes.

- Then get back to her hotel and destroy all evidence

she was ever there.

- [Ticket Agent] Xena Fleming,

(dramatic music)

- I understand.

- So don't forget, she's left the country.

Is that clear?

- Yes Mr. Arosa.

(eerie music)

- [Brady] Hello reception?

Has Miss Fleming come back to the hotel yet?

- Miss Fleming,

she's gone sir.

- [Brady] You mean she's left the country?

- Yes, she left the country by air.

- [Brady] Are you sure?

- Quite sure, just one moment, who's speaking please?

- [Brady] Never mind that, put me through to the airport

will you?

(phone rings)

- Yes?

What name did you say?

Xena Fleming.

Just a moment please.

I can't understand it,

there's a call from Miss Fleming's room.

- Who is it?

- A man, he's calling the airport.

- Cut him off, come on.

- She's just gone on board.

- [Brady] Hello?

Hello?

Operator?

Hello?

- There's no one here.

- Look.

- Malia what are you doing in that bed?

Who did this?

- The American woman.

- What?

But there was a man in here to.

- A man?

What man?

- I did not see him but he was here just now,

on the telephone.

- Look in there.

- Empty.

Nobody.

- Get her luggage.

We must tell Sardi he thinks the girl was on her own.

Come on!

(eerie music)

- You know you'll never get away with this.

- Why not Miss Fleming?

At this very moment some one is flying out of the country

under your name, when she get to Rome, she'll disappear.

There will be nothing to connect your disappearance

with us.

- We've got her things.

- You must destroy them.

- Mister Sardi,

there is someone else working with her.

- What?

- A man, he was on the telephone

but nobody has seen him yet.

- The sooner we get this over the better.

(loud surprising music)

- What is he doing all this noise?

(struggle in other room)

- Ah!

Ah!

- Is all this necessary?

She's only a girl, tied in a chair.

- [Brady] He won't give us any more trouble.

- Oh it's nice to have you back Brady.

- [Brady] Here let me untie you.

- Oh, thanks.

- [Brady] Leave the suitcase.

- Oh, okay.

- [Brady] Come on let's go.

Head for the car.

- What has happened to Mel?

Stop her!

(shouting)

(gun fires)

(engine revs)

Out come out!

Ah!

- [Miss Fleming] Where to?

- [Brady] The airport Xena.

- But I, I.

- [Brady] Mr. Sardi is going to guarantee us safe

conduct out of the country.

Now he's taking your passport.

- I refuse.

- [Brady] If you know what's good for you Sardi.

- Yes, yes, I agree.

- Stop!

What do you think you are doing?

- Officer.

- Oh Monsieur Sardi I did not know it was you sir.

- Miss Fleming must get on the plane.

- But I'm afraid it's too late, we're about to take off.

- Please,

this is an order.

- Very well.

Follow me.

I beg you to be careful with that gun.

There is no need to use it now.

Look, look, she is safe on the plane.

There's nothing to worry about.

Please, please, it might go off, I,

Oh!

(exhales)

- With the compliments of the company madame.

- Oh, thank you.

Oh and uh steward, may I have another glass please?

I'm celebrating.

Cheers!

- [Brady] Cheers!

(triumphant music)

(theme music plays)

(light music)