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- [Harris] All I need is a little more time.

- Sorry, Harris.

- Clayton, you can't do this.

It's taken me 30 years.

Lord Harris, I haven't all day

to listen to sob stories.

You've no alternative.

I have your signature on the dotted line.

- But I expected, on your firm promise of work,

for my company.

- A verbal promise.

Grow up, Harris.

- So, that's the way things are.

One day you'll realize that you just can't

trample on people.

You'll learn.

- You know the way out.

Goodbye, Harris.

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- Oh, it's you.

- They're just going into the boardroom.

Make sure no one disturbs 'em.

Orders from Mr. Clayton.

- Right, Molineaux.

No one will get past me.

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(door slams)

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- [Clayton] Molineaux! - Sir!

- Don't shout, man.

And try to remember you've left the Army.

Now we're going in, Molineaux.

And bring my car to the front entrance

in half an hour.

- Yes, Mr. Clayton.

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- Clayton.

- What are you doing in here, boy?

- I didn't feel well, sir.

I just came in here to sit down

for a minute.

- I see.

You better wait in the ante room.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, let's get down to business.

You'll see from the figures on page three

that the present market price is 23 and eight.

Within a week I estimate this will have dropped

to 11 and four.

Buying through the seven listed companies,

Enrock and Shoal, we should be able to

gain a majority holding

for 127,000 pounds.

The yield should be something approaching 40%.

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- Then when the shares fall to rock bottom,

they step in and buy them up.

There could be up to 30 different companies involved.

And the original amount may be

as high as three million pound.

But the return should be around 40% for a few days work.

- Well, while you're wearing those glasses, Joe,

you're the expert so I suppose you understand it all.

But to a layman it sounds like out and out fraud.

- Legalized fraud, Mac.

They sail close to the wind,

but it's all legal, I'm afraid.

- - The authorities can't touch him.

- You mean to tell me Clayton can get away with it?

- Mac, he's done it before.

And as far as I can see, he'll do it again.

- One of the companies he has on the hook this time

is Ledo Machine Tools.

- [Sam] Ledo Tools, that's owned by a guy called Harris.

He manufactures specialized components

of national importance.

Even W.I.N. use him on special occasions.

- That's right, Sam.

It's just another reason why Clayton must be stopped.

- If he's inside the law, how do we do that?

- Well, I think I've got it.

This is a unique situation.

And we'll have to resort to unorthodox methods.

But maybe the joke will be on Clayton.

Here's how we do it.

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(knocking at door)

- Come in.

Who are you?

- Professor McClaine, BSE, PhD, head of

the Royal Institute and the new tea boy.

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- I wish I could've seen his face, Dad.

- Well, it was quite amusing.

I waited until he finished his tea.

And then I told him.

Very casually I said, "bu the way,

Mr. Clayton, the tea you have just drunk

contained a drug, perfectly harmless, physically,

but it'll induce hallucinations until an antidote

is administered."

- Did he believe ya?

- [Professor] Of course not.

He was absolutely furious.

I then said, unless he called off his next

fraudulent takeover and paid back all the people

he cheated in the past.

The drug would be allowed to take effect."

- What happened then, Dad?

- He had me thrown out by the commissionaire.

- I told ya, Chief, no one would fall

for something like this and non-existent drug.

Clayton's an intelligent man.

You wouldn't believe it.

I wouldn't, but Clayton is so full of deception,

he'll convince himself it's true.

With a little help from Joe 90.

- Look at the time.

Off you go, Joe.

You've got to be up early tomorrow.

That's when the fun will begin.

- Oh, can't I stay up a little bit longer, Dad?

- I told Clayton we'd call on him everyday

until he changed his mind.

Up to bed, Joe.

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(engine whirring)

(eerie ambience)

(electronics whirring)

(trumpet sounding)

That should've woken him up, Joe.

Ah yes, there he is.

- What's the meaning of this?

Are you completely mad?

- We'd like to talk to you.

- Get off before I call the police.

- I think a little of the trumpet voluntary, Joe.

- My pleasure.

(trumpet music)

- Stop it, this is a respectable area.

Stop it, I say.

It's 6:00 am.

- Round one to our side, I think, Joe.

Try a little Blues.

(Trumpet Blues music)

Good morning, Mr. Clayton.

- Are you raving mad?

- We came to see if you've changed your mind.

- Wait a minute.

Aren't you the boy who was in the boardroom?

It's you playing the trumpet.

- It sure is.

You dig?

- IF anything like this happens again,

I will have no hesitation in putting the whole matter

in the hands of the police.

And if you take my advice, you'll go

and see a psychiatrist.

- Crazy.

- See ya done there, Mr. Clayton.

- Get off my property before I have you thrown off.

- See you down there.

(door slams)

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- He threatened to tell the police.

- All taken care of, Mac.

I asked the local police to cooperate.

- What did you tell 'em, Mr. Weston?

- The truth, Joe.

W.I.N. are investigating Clayton.

The police have had their eye on him for some time.

They agreed immediately.

- [Professor] Well, we'd better get back to the cottage.

I want to check a couple of things on the big rat,

ready for your brain transfer tonight, Joe.

- And I think I'll go over to Clayton Enterprises

and get in on the fun.

See ya down there.

(laughing)

- Is that clearly understood, Molineaux?

- You want five foot gates fitted to your drive

with electronic locks, operated from the house.

- Right, and I want it done today.

- Yes sir, is there any particular reason?

- Don't ask questions, man, I don't care

what it costs, make sure it's done.

(knocking at door)

Who is it?

- Weston, C and C, World Intelligence, London.

- Mr. Weston, from World Intelligence?

I don't understand.

- I'm the new tea boy.

- Get out, get out!

You, too, Molineaux.

- See ya down there, Clayton.

(mellow music)

(engine purring)

(eerie ambience)

- Put on the power pack, Joe.

- Yes, Dad.

- There, the doorbell, let's see.

I think if I just connect the tape recorder here.

And cut off the chimes.

There, that should do it.

(chimes ringing)

(groaning)

- What's happening?

- It's working even better than I anticipated.

- Okay, Mac.

I'll go and see how strong his nerves are.

(knocking at window)

(chimes ringing)

- You.

- Hello, Clayton.

Interesting chimes you have there.

- [Clayton] That car, how did you drive it past the gate?

- Car, what car?

- Clear off, you lunatic.

(knocking)

Who's that?

(tapping)

Who is it?

(eerie ambience)

(knocking)

(wind howling)

Who's there?

No!

- See you down there, Mr. Clayton.

- No, I don't believe it.

- All this happened last night?

- That's right.

- And you say the boy then flew out the window?

- Yes, the same one who played the trumpet.

What are you looking at me like that for?

- Well, just how could he have flown

out the window?

- Well, don't you see, they're trying

to make me think I'm seeing things.

(knocking)

Come in.

- The police, sir.

- Ah, good, they'll fix that boy

and his lunatic father.

- Well, we'll leave you to it.

- Well, don't just stand there, Molineux,

show the officer in.

- [Molineux] Yes sir.

- Sam Loover, river police.

Do a lot of work on the water,

undercover, under stones, underpaid,

unerstand you're in trouble.

- I don't believe it.

- Can I get you drink of water, sir?

You've gone all sort of green-like.

- There it is again.

- No, sir.

Sir, are you feeling all right?

- Why, I never felt better in my life.

You're fired, fired, do you hear?

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- All right, Joe, you now have the brain pattern

of the world's leading mimic.

- Shall I try it, dad?

- Yes, Joe.

- I think you've done a marvelous job, Sam.

- Hey, that was great.

You've got Mac's voice exactly, Joe.

- Wonderful, now we can really work on Clayton.

He won't know what day it is.

- That's right.

(clears throat)

Now we can really work on Clayton.

Is that you, Stewart?

Is that you, Stewart?

- That's it, Joe, Clayton's voice exactly.

- I've put the call through, Joe, it's ringing.

- Is that you, Stewart?

Come over to my home immediately.

And listen, wear fancy dress.

That's what I said, fancy dress.

Don't argue, just do it.

And tell Evans to do the same.

Yes, it's a party.

Stewart, if you two want to remain

members of the board, you'd better get over here fast.

- Great, Joe, just great.

- Is this some sort of sick joke?

What are you two trying to do?

- Well, you called me on the telephone.

- I know, I know what it is,

you're in league with them, eh?

Admit it, come on, come on, who's behind all this?

- I think we'd better leave.

- Fancy dress.

Trying to make me think I'm seeing things, eh?

Hallucinations, eh?

(knocking)

Who's that?

If it's that lunatic professor and his boy--

- It's the doctor.

We phoned for a doctor.

Go and let him in, Evans.

- Who's sick?

Who's sick, eh?

You're not saying I'm sick.

- [Stewart] Take it easy.

I think you ought to sit down.

- Sit down, I don't want to sit down.

- What's going on, a fancy dress ball?

- You?

I checked on you, you are CNC W.I.N.

- That's right.

I'm in charge of W.I.N.

How long has he been like this?

- Since we arrived.

- Stop whispering.

In fact, get out, all of you.

- I think we'd better make an appointment

as early as possible.

Say, 6:00 AM tomorrow?

See you down there.

- Get out, get out, get out, get out!

- If this works, Mac, it'll be be a clincher.

He's near the breaking point.

- It'll work, Sam.

Shane Weston managed to drop

the jammer in Clayton's lounge.

Do we know if he's watching TV?

- He's watching, the chief checked

10 minutes ago.

Probably trying to relax.

- Ready to start transmission in 30 seconds.

- All ready this end, professor.

Ready, Joe?

- [Joe] Ready.

(clears throat)

This is, this is Ralph Clayton,

this is Ralp Clayton.

- [TV Narrator] The calm, scenic beauty

of the English countryside.

The river reaches through meadows

thick with their carpet of buttercups and the wild Foxglove.

- 15 seconds.

- [TV Narrator] One well may wander like a cloud

or views and hills in this blessed back.

- [TV Broadcaster] We interrupt this program

for a special telecast.

Tonight, we are privileged to have Ralph Clayton

of Clayton Enterprises in the studio.

- No.

- [TV Interviewer] Ralph Clayton.

- Good evening.

- No.

- Tonight, I would like to tell you

how to squeeze the small business into submission

and still stay inside the law.

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- [Clayton] Get out!

- [Joe] See you down there, Mr. Clayton.

- [Clayton] It's over.

- [Professor] Tonight I would like to tell you

how to squeeze a small business.

- [Clayton Voiceover] I don't care what it costs,

make sure it's done.

- [Shane] Weston, CNC World Intelligence,

of undercover work.

- [Joe] See you down there, Mr. Clayton.

- [Clayton] And who are you?

- Professor McClaine, BSE, PhD,

fellow of the royal institute.

- [Shane] Weston, CNC, World Intelligence.

Do a lot of work underwater, undercover,

under stones, underpaid, understand

you're in trouble.

- Ralph Clayton.

- [Clayton] Who are you?

- [Professor] Professor McClaine, BSE, PhD,

fellow of the Royal Institute.

- [Clayton] And still stay inside the law.

(clock ticking)

- Have you got the documents, Joe?

- Yes, Dad, everything's ready.

Uncle Sam telephoned Clayton,

he knows we're coming.

(knocking)

- It's open, come straight in.

- Good morning, Mr. Clayton.

- All right, the antidote, how much

do you want for it?

- Not a penny, just a signature.

My son, Joe, has the documents in question.

I presume you have a pen.

- But this is too much.

It says here--

- It says you will pay back all the money

you have made by your smart tricks.

- I won't do it.

(clears throat)

- I think you ought to, Mr. Clayton.

- Molineux.

- See you down there, Clayton.

- No, wait.

See me down where?

- On your hands and knees with all

the little men you've crushed.

- All right.

I'm begging the antidote, please.

- Fine.

- All right, I'll sign.

- Ah, thank you.

And now, I think one of these will cure

all your hallucinations.

- They, they look like jelly babies.

- Yes, they do, don't they.

That's it, take one.

- All signed and sealed, Dad.

- Welp, we'll be going.

Remember, Clayton.

(speaking foreign language)

- What's that?

- It means, healthy mind, healthy body.

- There was no drug, and there was a logical

explanation for everything that happened.

You think about it, Clayton.

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- [Clayton] Molineux.

- Is anything wrong, Mr. Clayton?

- No, Jim, it's just good to see you back.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- I think we might think about a rise for you, Jim.

Come and see me later.

- Well, thank you, sir.

- Ah, Stewart, and how are we this morning?

- Fine, as yet.

- Don't look so worried, have a jelly baby.

- Jelly baby?

They're for children, aren't they?

- Yes, it took a young boy and a jelly baby.

Come on, Stewart, we've got work to do, honest work.

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