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DOTTY: I think it's wonderful that you have a date with an Englishman.

AMANDA: It's not actually a date, Mother.

I'm really more of a tour guide.

[AMANDA SIGHS]

I think there's just something so nice about the English.

DOTTY: The family tree is crawling with them, thank goodness.

[BOTH SIGH]

DOTTY: Oh.

I am going to have this whole family tree finished by this weekend.

Ladies and grandmothers, announcing the...

- The... - The Amazing King, stupid.

The Amazing King.

Heh, bravo, bravo. Oh!

Thank you very much, sweetheart.

And I'm his assistant, The Sort of Amazing King.

[CHUCKLES]

The, uh... The magic set that Philip won selling Christmas cards finally arrived.

It's really neat, Mom. Watch what I can do.

- Sweetheart do you... - Nothing up my sleeves.

AMANDA: Philip.

[CHANTING]

AMANDA: Sweetheart, let's really... - Now you see it and now you...

[GASPS]

don't.

Philip, that was a very good try.

BILLY: It's simple. The U.N. is hosting the ICEP here in D.C.

OIS is making some VIPs our responsibility.

We're jumping on them ASAP. Any questions?

We'll use team tactics, full-court press,

sleep on your own time. That's it. Have fun.

[ALL MURMURING]

Who do you got?

- Kenneth Clayton-Dobbs? - Mm-hm.

Seventh Earl of Twickensham.

LEE: Chairman of the International Conference on Economic Progress.

Aha, and I get a, mm, 65-year-old assistant secretary...

of industrial mobilization from Tasmania.

Terrific. Thanks a lot, Billy. Tsk, real nice.

[CHUCKLES]

- Oh, there's one other thing. - Huh.

Totally unrelated to the conference.

There's a, uh, MI6 employee having a vacation.

No, no, hold it. I don't have time to babysit a British agent.

Oh, he's not an agent. He's an accountant in their pension department.

If we want red-carpet treatment in England...

We've gotta roll it out here. I know.

- But, man, I am going to be swamped. - I thought Amanda would be perfect.

Absolutely perfect, yeah.

Except the last time she did that...

she spent the evening arm wrestling that octopus from Interpol.

I don't think she'll have to worry.

Why?

AMANDA: Lee, the Bennington Club.

Now, the agency is gonna pick up the check, right?

It doesn't make any difference because he's English.

And he'll probably offer to pick it up.

- Yeah. Listen, Amanda. - Yeah.

Um...

This isn't going to be exactly the way I described it, okay?

This is guy is a little, um, different.

- Uh, I'm sure he's a gentleman. - You promised no more grabbers.

No, no, no. This guy is not a grabber, believe me.

He's much better than that, much.

- What is he, exactly? - He's an accountant.

- Oh. - Uh, in pensions.

Oh, oh.

That's really very exciting.

- Oh. - You owe me for this one, Stetson.

Heh.

Thank you very much.

Hello. I'm Amanda King.

Ah! Brand. James Brand.

How do you do? Oh! Oh, ha.

- Please. - Hello. Yes.

[AMANDA CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, something to drink?

Ah, yes, please, uh, maybe a glass of white wine.

Yes, and, um, I'll have a martini, vodka.

Very cold, uh, stirred not shaken, with a twist.

WAITER: Very good, sir.

It's funny, you know, you seem awfully familiar. Have we met?

- Cigarette? - Uh, no, thank you. Don't smoke.

Uh, London?

- Monte Carlo? - Uh, I don't think so, heh.

- Istanbul? - No, I really doubt it.

[COUGHING]

Oh, Mr. Brand, are you all right?

Here. Mr. Brand, a little water. There you are.

You probably shouldn't smoke either.

[BRAND CHUCKLING]

- Oh, yes, mother, housewife and agent. - Mm.

That's absolutely marvelous, isn't it?

Well, I'm not really a real agent. I mean, don't even own a trench coat.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Uh, Mrs. King, I'm rather a good judge of character.

In our business, uh, one has to be to stay alive.

I think you have what it takes.

- Can I trust you? - Well, I guess you probably can, yes.

Well, for the last seven years...

I've been following a Soviet agent...

who's penetrated the highest echelon of the British government.

Excuse me, uh, Mr. Brand.

Um, aren't you in the money...? I mean, pensions?

Ah, yes, pensions, ha-ha-ha.

Anyway, this, um, dodgy scoundrel...

he's here now in Washington and he's up to something very big.

It's a perfect opportunity to catch him in the act.

- Um, you'd better duck. Just in case. - I better duck?

It's armed with a tear gas canister. If it's not opened correctly...

Oh, just a moment, heh.

Well, I'd, uh...

Ah.

Well done.

I'm going to need some help on this.

Someone with a fresh view of things. Like you.

You want my help?

[CHUCKLES]

- Why? - Because you and I are kindred spirits.

We march to the beat of the same drummer.

You know, actually, I was told to help you.

- All right, what can I do? - Ah.

LEE: Amanda, I am booked solid for the next three days with ICEP.

I have got diplomats, kings, earls.

And you run this preposterous story by me about some Russian agent...

who's going to single-handedly destroy capitalism?

- Right. - Huh.

And where did he get that outfit, huh?

Last time I saw him, he looked like a light-bulb salesman.

Lee, James has evidence, seven years’ worth of research.

James has evidence, huh?

Amanda, James is a pencil pusher.

Besides... Besides, who is going to do all of this, huh? How? When?

If I knew precisely how or when, Mr. Stetson...

I wouldn't be asking for your help.

[SIGHS]

All right, let's start with who, then.

Fair enough.

He's the tall man there in the dark blue suit.

His name is Kenneth Clayton-Dobbs, the seventh earl of Twickensham.

Actually, he's the first son of a Welsh coal miner named Glendower.

That's him on the right.

A bright little bugger.

He wangled himself a rugby scholarship to public school, pulled some strings...

Ooh, nice strings.

Oh, that's me in Torquay with the Muffly sisters.

- Heh. JAMES: I'm terribly sorry. Uh, where was I?

Um, here we are. Oh, yes.

Now, he cheated on his entrance exams and got into Cambridge...

where he hobnobbed with the upper crust...

lied about his background...

joined all the right clubs.

All part of a very carefully considered plan.

After Cambridge, the earl entered the Foreign Office...

where he started mucking things up wherever he was stationed.

The Suez in '56, the Congo in '60, Rhodesia in '65, and so on.

Last year he was in Luxembourg.

Luxembourg?

What, the default on the World Bank loan?

Precisely.

You see, his speciality is economic chaos.

And his very next target is the U.S.

Oh.

AMANDA: James.

Uh, James, why don't you show Lee the new pictures that you just took?

Oh, yes. Thank you. Of course, I want you to see these, yes.

Aha, here we are. Do you recognize this bloke?

Uh-uh.

What about that bird?

LEE: Wait a second. That's Karla Krulnikov, KGB at the Soviet embassy.

What's Clayton-Dobbs doing with her?

And what's he doing skulking about...

outside the Bureau of Engraving and Printing in the middle of the night.

Hmm. Better get an ID on this guy. I'll see if I can run a quick D-20 photo match.

Uh, actually, we've already done that.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Name is Munson, Edward J. Lives in D.C. Previous record, forgery.

Well, you know, you were so busy with the earl, we just...

[CHUCKLES]

Hmm.

Why don't we see if Mr. Eddie Munson plans on coming out of retirement?

Oh, Mr. Stetson. I look forward to seeing you soon.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, ha.

Oh, Lee, who is that nice man?

That nice man is Dr. Stanley Chow.

- That's our martial arts master. - Uh-huh.

And, Lee, aren't you about due for your annual check-up.

- Yeah, no sweat. - Oh.

Uh, once a year, we have to visit Stanley

and re-qualify in hand-to-hand. It's nothing.

Oh, you have to fight with that nice little Mr. Chow?

- Oh, Lee, be very careful with him. - Heh.

Looks are deceiving, Amanda. Those chaps can handle themselves.

We call him Dr. Pain.

[CHUCKLES]

Uh, left to right: uh, untreated, two days, five days, 10, 20.

Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. How does it work?

MUNSON: Well, a chemical in the ink makes the money fade in sunlight.

Three weeks in circulation and, heh, it's not worth the paper it's printed on.

How much chemical do we need?

Oh, that's the beauty of it.

Uh, Printing and Engraving receives a tanker of ink once a month.

Uh, approximately 5000 gallons.

Now this is all you need to contaminate the whole batch.

Look, heh, you got the money?

Of course, Eddie.

Heh, what did...?

[GRUNTING]

All right. Now I'll go in, you two stay here.

What, alone? I'd feel absolutely dreadful...

- if something were to happen. - Brand, I can handle myself.

Oh, I am certain you can, old chap...

- it's just that security... - All right, listen. Uh... Uh...

You both go, I'll stay here and be the lookout. Go ahead.

It's gas.

LEE: That's a lot of gas to be a leak.

[BOTH COUGHING]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

Well, thank you.

[GRUNTS]

Battalion fire chief said there's no chance this was an accident.

And it's wasn't suicide. Clayton-Dobbs just made it look that way.

That's quite an imagination for an accountant.

Well, there's nothing imaginary about that, is there, old boy, eh?

And I'll tell you how it was done, shall I?

The stove filled the room with gas.

A lamp was probably weighted with a sack of sugar...

which is why the firemen found a burned lump of it on the floor.

Sugar leaked out of the sack, the lamp fell, light bulb burst and, um, blooey!

James says that's Clayton-Dobbs' trademark, sir.

Hold it. Before we go any further with this, I'm gonna check with London.

JAMES: With all due respect, Melrose...

I've spent seven long, hard years trying to get London to listen.

With all due respect, Brand, you're an accountant.

You know, Billy...

Clayton-Dobbs is throwing a party at the estate where he's staying.

There will be a whole crowd of economists, diplomats...

people who've known him for years.

Let's cover it, see what we can hear.

Yeah. You should be there, anyway. Francine, you be his backup.

- Listen, we'll take it from here. - Yes, sir.

You know, I... I'd kind of like to have them along.

- You know, as sort of a backup. - Heh.

I mean, it's only a garden party. What could happen, heh?

Okay. Okay, but remember you're just window shopping.

- Window shopping. - No involvement.

No, sir. No involvement. Thank you, sir. Yes, sir.

- Okay, let's go Francine. - Got it.

- Oh, thanks a lot, Lee. - Much obliged to you, old chap.

So you heard Billy. You're just watching, right?

- That's right. - Okay.

That's all we can do until the medical examiner report...

- on what killed Munson. - Right.

- Ugh, I gotta go see Dr. Pain. - Oh, no.

- Well, you be careful. - I will.

I tell you what, you know. I've had a bit of experience with the martial arts.

Eastern stuff, primarily. Why don't I show you a trick or two...

so you can give your doctor a taste of his own medicine, eh?

I appreciate it, Brand, but, uh, I told you before I can handle myself.

Yes, yes, look. Here's a little something I picked up in the Punjab.

The cobra death grip.

[JOINTS CRACK]

DOTTY: I'd never imagined how tangled one's roots can be?

AMANDA: Still climbing the family tree, Mother?

We seem to be related to the fourth earl of Chipstead.

Silly sot. Left his wife for a publican's daughter who was pregnant...

by the earl's own brother-in-law, Louis...

- the king's viceroy to France. - Ooh.

- What happened? - A duel, naturally.

I mean they killed each other. That little tart ran off with Louis' second.

- Mom, look what he did. - Oh, my.

I told him to keep his hands out of my magic stuff.

Oh, Philip, what is this? Some kind of a chemical?

- It's just disappearing ink. - He said it'd make me disappear.

Okay, sweetheart, okay, fellas.

Do me a favor. Disappear upstairs and do your homework.

You too, young man, and change that shirt.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

- That, uh, must be your Englishman. - Yes.

Is he tall, dark, handsome?

- Oh, he's... nice. - He's, uh...?

- Good. - Yeah. Bye.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

JAMES: How lovely you look. - Hello, James.

- Oh, you look very handsome. - Oh, thank you so much.

- Oh, that's a beautiful car. - Oh, how nice of you to notice.

It's an Aston Martin DB5.

- Really? - Yes, yes, all the extras.

Oh, well, I couldn't do without my power steering, power breaks, power seats.

- You know, everything. - Yes, I do.

And I'm afraid I was talking about something, uh...

little bit more sophisticated than that.

I tell you what, I'll show you exactly what I mean, shall I?

You see this? It activates 50-gallon container of oil for an instant oil slick.

You pull this down, smoke bomb.

Push this down, uh, it activates two 50-millimeter cannons.

And here, if you press this in all the way, ejection seat.

James, what are all these things for?

Emergencies.

Right. I want you to keep an eye... those people.

There's Lee, right over there by the bar.

[CHUCKLES]

Bye-bye.

Ooh.

- What? What? - Poor Lee.

How was Dr. Pain?

- Ugh, painful. Very. - I'm sorry.

Amanda, this party is a gold mine.

I was talking to a guy who was in Beirut in '75...

during the scandal that nearly destroyed the Bank of Great Britain.

- Yeah? - Guess who was sitting...

- on the board of overseers? - Clayton-Dobbs?

- Right. - Yeah.

That little tidbit could just be the tip of the iceberg.

Francine and I are gonna work the crowd. Would you...?

BOTH: Oh, oh.

- Terribly sorry. I am afraid... - Please I can manage.

- Keep Brand out of trouble? - Yes.

And let's face it. Amanda, the guy is a little strange, huh?

Oh, Lee, I like him.

Of course you do. And he's an okay guy in limited doses.

- But keep him out of trouble. - I will.

- Amanda, what a lovely outfit. - Hello, Francine. Thank you.

My mother has the same thing in fuchsia, heh.

- Join me for a drink? - Hmm.

- The Egyptian minister of finance and I... AMANDA: Ugh.

Have been dishing the dirt about Mr. Clayton-Dobbs.

LEE: Hmm. Mm-hm. - Okay?

We'll stay out of trouble. You have a nice time with Francine.

Hmph.

- Hello, James. - I've got to get into that house.

Oh, no. I really don't think you should do that.

Yes. Look here, uh, you stay here.

If anything happens, uh, an alarm, gunfire, whatever, you'll have to cover for me.

Create a distraction.

- Let's talk to Lee about this. - Goodbye.

James? James could you...?

Lee.

World economics. - Ah.

Lee, something horrible has happened.

- What? - James has gone into the house.

What the hell is he doing there?

What did I say?

[GASPS]

Rick, check that out, please.

- We've gotta create a distraction. - Oh, yeah, sure. We'll get one delivered.

- Just a moment. - Yes.

[SCREAMING]

- What is it? FRANCINE: Snake.

What did she see?

LEE: You all right? Are you all right?

[COUGHING]

It's only a garden party. What could happen?

It's a miracle you didn't start World War III.

I've made three phone calls to London. Kenneth Clayton-Dobbs is impeccable.

We talked to a dozen people at that party.

No one wanted to go on record...

but it's apparent the guy has well-hidden skeletons in his closet.

Like hanging a ton of paper in Beirut, extortion in Athens...

phony gold certificates in Johannesburg?

Rumors. I need proof, people, proof.

- James, show him the pictures. - Oh, yes.

All right. Now, James took those in Clayton-Dobbs' study.

Those are blueprints of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

We think he's planning to counterfeit U.S. currency.

Yes, sir. From inside the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

Impossible.

- How? FRANCINE: Eddie Munson.

We think he made plates to substitute for the real thing.

Clayton-Dobbs is also special consultant to the secretary of the treasury.

He can get inside the bureau.

During the war, the Germans tried to disrupt the British economy...

by flooding it with bogus 5-pound notes. It could happen here.

So all we have to do is check the money printed and stored at the bureau.

You'd better pray for some bad greenbacks to show up.

KENNETH: That's right. Here in Washington.

Bound and determined to embarrass the whole bloody British Empire if he can.

Could you? Something suitably scandalous?

Yes, that's marvelous.

After all, he is a bit bonkers, isn't he?

Fine. Love to Edith.

And my best to Charles and Di when you see them.

Ta!

Oh, well, I guess it's easier in the movies.

- He never missed. - He?

You know, Mr. B. When I first saw him in the movies...

I thought he was the greatest guy in the world.

Indeed. Yes, handsome, strapping fellow who always got all the birds, heh.

I couldn't even say, "Good day."

Oh, well, you know, you grow up...

and you realize there aren't any guys like that.

It doesn't really seem to matter.

[GASPS]

Would you look at that?

I guess the best things really do happen when you don't try so hard.

Ugh, Billy just called.

Money's perfect, down to the last dollar.

AMANDA: Oh.

He's up to no good. I'm certain of it.

And I'm not going to quit until I find out exactly what it is.

Well, if I can help...

Um, thanks. I've put you to enough trouble already.

- Thanks, uh, for dropping me at the hotel. - Sure.

[SIGHS]

James.

What...?

That was no accident. I am positive. Somebody tried to run him down.

Amanda, this is Washington. Jaywalkers are fair game...

especially when picking up nickels.

Lee, he's in danger. I know it.

LEE: Ugh.

Look at this. This is a telegram that Billy got.

Brand is supposed to be under observation at a sanitarium in Cornwall.

- Orders from MI6... - No, uh-uh! I don't believe this.

He's here on his own vacation and he's doing this on his own.

And besides that, why did Mr. Melrose get this now, huh?

He checked Brand out when he first got here, right?

- Why didn't he hear about this before? - It's out of our hands.

Billy has been asked to hold onto him until the MI6 guys arrive...

- then we've got to turn him over. - That's not fair.

It's really not fair. He may be a little different but he's not crazy.

Amanda, he is an accountant who thinks he's bloody James Bond.

- The guy is a little strange. - A little strange?

- Everybody is a little strange sometime. - Ugh.

Okay.

I know a research guy at the Library of Congress.

I will run James' story past him and see what he can corroborate. All right?

- Way to go, big fella. - Heh.

[ENGINE STARTS]

I don't believe it. He's running.

No, he's not running. He's just wandering.

Don't worry. I'll follow him.

You'll have to. I've got a 4:00 with Stanley.

Yeah. Oh, well, another session with Dr. Pain?

The last session. The worst.

- Try to remember the cobra death grip. - Cobra death grip.

So a telegram from London says that Mr. Brand is as mad as a hatter.

Big deal, shmig deal.

LEE: Big is not the question here, T.P.

Now, if we presume he's not nuts, how can you explain it, huh?

Heh. Lee-zo, isn't it obvious? I mean, Englishman is a big potato.

He's well-connected. Mr. Brand is a pipsqueak.

Simple transatlantic phone call could have motivated that telegram.

What about Clayton-Dobbs' involvement in these economic incidents?

I doubt if the seventh earl of Twickensham...

would get his delicate fingers dirty on such things.

Particularly since he died in a Turkish bordello in, uh, 1957.

- He's dead? - Mm-hm.

Why doesn't anybody know about this?

Well, the earl of Twickensham has never been a very weighty title.

Uh, nobody bothered to keep tabs out there.

And since this was more bizarre...

than your standard Englishman's bordello death...

the family just hushed it up and let him fade away.

No questions asked.

Mm. Mm.

Double-dipped Belgian chocolate cherries with brandy centers.

You do know how to gladden my heart, Lee-zo.

So do you, T.P., so do you.

DOTTY: Well, we may have some ancestors in common.

Possibly, yes. The Brands go back to King Edward the Confessor.

Uh, we're particularly heavy in the Henrys.

You know... Thank you. - -uh, the second, fifth, the eighth.

Oh, it's so exciting. The Plantagenet and the Tudor dynasties.

- Any Stuarts? - No, just the Henrys.

Oh.

There's probably a stray Richard somewhere, as well.

[DOTTY CHUCKLES]

Oh, James, I've been so wor... Heh, we got a telegram.

Yes, I know. I saw you and Lee talking about me.

Uh, but it's not what it seems.

I think I'll take the boys some tea.

[CHUCKLES]

Amanda, dear, why don't you invest in a nice pair of overalls for work?

Uh, yes, Mother. I might do that, heh.

Clayton-Dobbs had that telegram sent. I'm sure of it.

For the very same reason he tried to kill me.

It means we're on the right track. Don't you see?

- Yes, I see. I... - You believe me, don't you?

- Yes. - You don't think that I'm...

- Crazy, no, no. - Do you?

Ah, good. Smashing, smashing. Come on. No time to lose.

No, no.

Uh, you know, James, I really can't go anywhere like this.

- I've gotta change. - Oh.

Don't ever do that, Amanda.

Hmm. Uh... Exc...

JAMES: When I left the agency, I picked up Clayton-Dobbs...

- outside the British Embassy... AMANDA: Uh-huh.

And tailed him to a Hungarian restaurant...

where he and Krulnikov had another tête-à-tête.

This is Czechoslovakian-made, this is. Finest technology available.

Listen.

[INDISTINCT MURMURS]

Bloody foreigners.

Uh, anyway, uh, where was I? Oh, yes, um, yes, um, long story short.

Uh, Clayton-Dobbs went on and on about, uh, intercepting tankers...

and press runs and shipments of worthless money.

Intercepting tankers, press runs and worthless money. What does it all mean?

Ha-ha! Well, that's the $18-billion question, isn't it, eh? Ha, ha.

And the coal miner's son is sitting on all the answers.

James, the whole agency is looking for you.

I'm probably risking my job. You've gotta let me make a phone call.

Amanda, you trust me. Uh, perhaps Lee does as well. But Mr. Melrose...

Probably thinks you're nuttier than a fruitcake.

Yes, exactly. Well, you see, I need time to prove him wrong, until tonight.

Okay. But just until tonight.

And I'm gonna keep my eye on you every second, all right?

Because somebody's gotta be responsible for you, James Brand.

I have a confession or two.

My name's not really Brand.

It's Pott. James Clarence Pott.

I changed it to Brand.

You changed it to Brand.

Yes. I saw those movies too. And read the books.

Suddenly, James Clarence Pott from Claxton Commons...

seemed so ordinary.

And I always wanted to be so extraordinary.

Oh, you must have broken your poor father's heart.

No, I haven't ever told him.

Look, he's leaving.

[ENGINE STARTS]

That must be the tanker he mentioned to Krulnikov.

We've got to see where it's going.

James, do you know where we are?

JAMES: The Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

[SHOUTING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

I am sorry, Mr. Stetson.

Concept of time out is inconsistent with an effective hand-to-hand strategy.

In a duel to the death with an ace KGB killer, you don't call time.

[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Stanley Chow's office. Uh, just a moment.

Mr. Stetson, for you.

Huh?

[SIGHS]

[SHOUTS THEN LEE GRUNTS]

[CHUCKLES]

Just kidding.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Yeah, Stetson here.

Lee, it's Amanda.

Where have you been? I've been looking for you.

- With James. - Fantastic.

Tell him my research guy confirms his suspicions of Clayton-Dobbs.

Right. Now listen, we followed Clayton-Dobbs...

and we saw him dump something into a tanker.

And you know where the tanker went? The Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

I looked up the tanker. It belongs to a company called...

Atlantic and Chesapeake Industries. And do you know what they make?

Printing supplies.

It must be printer's ink inside that tanker.

Right. It's magic.

- What? What's magic? - It's magic.

What Clayton-Dobbs put inside that tanker is gonna make the ink disappear...

just like Philip made Jamie's sweatshirt disappear.

James, where are you going?

Clayton-Dobbs' estate. We can't wait any longer.

Uh, Lee, James is going. I gotta go. Maybe you ought to meet us there.

No. No. No, don't go there.

Uh, do the cobra death grip. James?

Doc?

[SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

[CHUCKLES]

Stanley? Stanley?

Yeah.

Okay, you asked for it.

The cobra death grip.

[BOTH GRUNT]

Stanley? Hey.

Krulnikov. That's a bit bloody brazen of them, isn't it?

What are we gonna do?

I am going to stick my ear against the wall and see what I can hear.

I've always wanted to know how the aristocracy lives.

James, you can't go up there alone.

Amanda, I stumbled on this seven long years ago.

I followed Clayton-Dobbs' career through the years and around the globe.

I've given up a good deal of my life to try to pin him down.

I can't let him slip through my fingers. Not now.

I need this.

You'd better leave.

No. Look, I'm not going to drive that crazy car.

And besides that, you can't go up there alone, James.

You are an accountant, not a spy. Why don't you act like one?

Probably for the very same reason...

you're not at home folding nappies, Mrs. King.

I've always wanted more.

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Watch out for the hose.

If it isn't the little accountant from MI6.

You're like a bad meal, old boy, always popping back up.

Mr. Brand, what are we going to do with you?

I've tried to be decent about this, I really have.

It's over, you stuffy twit.

I saw you doctor the ink and I've alerted the authorities.

You alerted the authorities? The schizophrenic Mr. Brand?

I'm sure all of Washington is mobilizing under some red alert even as we speak.

Czechoslovakian made, finest technology available...

and you've smashed it.

Put him in the limo.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Good show, Amanda.

[CHUCKLES]

Oil slick.

Smoke screen.

Smoke screen.

I knew none of this stuff would work.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[BOTH GRUNT]

Hold it, this is tear gas.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

- You all right? - Yes.

- Where's James? - In there.

Over here, old chap.

- Just hold on, James. Relax. JAMES: Thank you.

Lovely to see you. It's rather awkward in here.

[ALL GRUNT]

- Oh, James. - Phew.

No smoke screen, no tear gas.

But after all Amanda, I did say I had a confession or two.

We sent a full report to MI6. I think there's a promotion in the works for you.

- Oh, that's wonderful. - Oh. Heh.

The, uh, cobra death grip.

It laid Dr. Pain flat out.

Well, I'm rather glad. You see, I just, uh, made it up.

[CHUCKLES]

[ALL LAUGHING]

- Good luck. - Thank you. I'm so very obliged to you.

You made it up.

And you, how can I possibly thank you?

Oh, well, that's easy.

Just go spend a week with your father in Claxton Commons...

and tell him about your new promotion.

It's funny, you know, promotion or not, I was thinking of doing just that.

You see, I've discovered something here in America.

What's that?

I have discovered that the name Pott has a rather nice ring to it, don't you think?

Yes, I do, Mr. Pott.

[CHUCKLES]

Goodbye.

[CHUCKLES]

[English - US -SDH]