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(dramatic music)

(peaceful music)

- [Man] General Valdez has served

our country for the past 10 years.

A vote for Valdez is a vote for continuing prosperity.

(people cheering)

- Thank you.

Valdez, 104,268.

Cordova, 178,426.

- The people wait like sheep for the result.

- They have waited 10 years, General Valdez.

A few more minutes will not try their patience.

- Your husband has not won yet, Senora Cordova.

- But he will.

He is something you can never be, General.

- What is that?

- A man of the people.

- Yes, Lemura Province, we are read for your vote.

- The result from Lemura.

- Yes, yes, I heard that.

General Valdez, 2,280,140.

And for Juan Cordova?

6,481,207!

- Wonderful.

It gives you a majority.

You've won!

You are the new president.

(people cheering)

And listen, the people have heard the result.

You must go out onto the balcony and speak to them.

- You're right, my dear.

- I see you are going to show yourself to the people.

- It is the custom for the president-elect.

- There are still millions of votes to be counted.

However, I concede victory and offer my congratulations.

- Only because you know you have already lost.

This was one election you could not rig.

- Do not be unkind, my dear.

I accept and thank you for your congratulations, General.

(ominous music)

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(people cheering)

- I stand before you today filled with pride,

but also humility.

Pride because you the people have elected me

to serve as your president.

And humility, because I realize the heavy responsibility

it places on my shoulders.

In my election campaign I made you promises

to rid our government of corruption and vice,

break down the barriers of dictatorship,

and to bring to justice all those whose greed and immorality

have made them rich and powerful at your expense.

I have the evidence and you have given me

the opportunity to keep my promises.

(explosion booming)

(people screaming)

- Juan!

- I'm, I'm alright.

- You could have been--

- It's alright, I'm fine.

- It seems I must congratulate you once more, Cordova.

That was nearly a nasty accident.

- Accident?

- What else, Senora?

(dramatic music)

- It was not an accident.

Valdez and his followers will stop at nothing

to prevent you exposing them.

- Although the general denied the right

of being innocent until proven guilty to others,

I will extend it to him.

- Then you must take precautions.

A bodyguard.

The special branch of the police could supply the men.

- Men?

Are you suggesting I should travel

around with a private army?

- But just two?

- No!

- One then.

For me.

- Not even for you.

I am a man of the people, elected by a democratic vote.

I have nothing to fear.

My mind is made up.

There is nothing you can do.

(sinister music)

(peaceful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Operator] Number please?

- Get me World Intelligence Network.

(triumphant music)

- Well that's the assignment.

We've been asked to ensure the safety

of Juan Cordova for the next few days.

- That should be easy enough.

- Well there is one snag.

We must guard Cordova without him knowing a thing about it.

- He refuses to accept a conventional bodyguard of any kind?

- Then how can we help him, Mr. Weston?

- You can help him, Joe.

We've arranged with his wife

that her, uh, cousin from London

will join the Cordova's for a few days.

And that long-lost cousin from England

will be none other than Joe 90, our most special agent.

- You can rely on me, Mr. Weston.

- When do we leave?

- 1830 hours, today.

- Right, well I'll make all the necessary

travel arrangements.

Do we have a suitable brain pattern?

- Yes, A-16.

One of WINs top agents.

(energy pulsing)

(upbeat music)

(jet engine whining)

- Your cousin from England, my dear.

- Why, cousin Joseph!

- Hello, Dorina.

How are you?

- I don't understand?

- How much I've grown?

- Yes, how much you've grown.

- Well, I'll leave you to it.

You must have a lot to talk about, my dear.

- Yes, of course.

- I'll see you later, Joseph.

We'll leave in an hour, my dear.

- Leave us, please.

- You can speak in front of this man.

- Very well.

There has been a terrible mistake.

Who are you?

- Joe 90, World Intelligence.

- W I N sent you?

- Yes.

- But I expected an agent,

someone who could act as bodyguard for my husband.

- That's right, I've been given the assignment.

- But you are a boy, a 10 year old boy!

- Nine actually.

Bring my case, Mac.

I think we'll go into the garden.

(peaceful music)

- This is a school case.

A ruler, pencils.

I don't understand.

- Allow me.

- Are those things real?

- Right hand first.

(pistol booming faintly) (glass shattering)

- Fantastic!

- Now the left.

(pistol booming faintly) (glass shattering)

- Although I do not pretend to understand

how a young boy can shoot so well,

I am beginning to see why W I N sends you here.

- I think this should convince you, Senora.

Karate is an art requiring concentration

and timing, not strength.

(birds chirping)

- Hiyah!

- I have seen enough.

I am convinced my husband will be in good hands.

- Thank you.

Alright, Mac, you and Sam follow in helijet,

but keep out of sight.

(dramatic music)

- Well Joe, what do you think of our country?

- It's very hot, but it's fine.

- It will be cooler at the resort in the mountains.

Can you ski?

- No, I'm afraid I can't.

- Then I shall teach you!

- That'll be great!

(helijet engine whirring)

- Don't get too close, Sam.

We don't want the president to spot us.

- Right, Mac.

- Oh, he can sleep anywhere.

His election campaign has worn him out.

- What about the driver?

- He does not hear nor speak,

but he has been with us two years.

He is loyal.

- Great.

Then you can tell me about the ski resort,

and we can work out the best way

to ensure the president's safety.

- Well, the hotel was only built last spring.

It is set high in the mountains and there won't

be many other guests at this time of the year.

(lighthearted music)

(dramatic music)

What's wrong?

- I thought I saw something in those rocks.

Maybe it was a reflection of the sun, or a signal.

- A signal.

- Joe 90 to Sam Loover.

(helijet engine whirring)

- Loud and clear, Joe.

- I could be wrong, Sam, but I thought

I saw something in the rocks about a mile back.

Is there anything behind us?

- Can't see anything, Joe.

Looks like a clear road.

- Wait a minute.

Look, Sam, that truck.

- Got it, Mac.

There's a truck about a mile behind you, Joe,

moving pretty fast.

(ominous music)

- Anything ahead, Sam?

- No.

Hey, wait a minute!

There's a roadblock.

Two more trucks a couple of miles ahead.

- It's an ambush!

We're trapped.

We'll have to stop.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

- You will never succeed!

- He can speak!

- Viva General Valdez!

- We're going to crash! (tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(helijet engine whirring)

- It's out of control!

(tires squealing)

- Okay, I've got her.

(helijet engine whirring)

- Joe, the truck's closing in on you fast.

- Okay, Sam.

Take that helijet down and buzz them.

There's enough dust around to force them off the road.

- Okay, Joe.

(dramatic music)

(coughing)

(explosion booming)

- I think that's what's known

as being blinded by science, Sam.

- Ah, you're getting as bad as Shane Weston, Mac.

Joe's taking a wide detour around that roadblock.

The guys down there will have a long hot wait.

- How's the president?

- Still sleeping.

(dramatic music)

(peaceful music)

- Mr. President?

- Joe?

My dear.

We're here already?

- You have been asleep.

- Where's the driver?

- He felt unwell.

We dropped him off on the way.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

What else did I miss.

- Nothing dear.

- Well, don't look so worried.

I would have known if anything had happened.

I'm a very light sleeper, you know.

Shall we go in?

(triumphant music)

- The same again, Joe?

- Could I have a lemonade this time?

- The same for my wife and I,

and a lemonade for my young guest.

- Si, senor.

- You shouldn't mix your drinks, my boy.

It can be very dangerous.

And what do you think of our mountains?

- Great.

They're so cool and refreshing after the city.

- Ah, right on cue.

Thank you.

As they say in your country, Joe, cheers!

- Mr. President!

- What is wrong?

- I'm sorry, Juan, I didn't want to spoil your evening.

I'm afraid I have a terrible headache.

- My dear, you should have told me.

Let me take you to your room.

- It must be the journey.

I'm sorry.

- Don't be silly.

Please excuse us, Joe.

- The president seems to have left his drink.

Why don't you have it.

(dramatic music)

- I am not interested in the excuses for your failure.

Cordova has been there two days now.

Tomorrow he returns.

You know what it means if he

is allowed to start his investigation.

I want him eliminated!

Preferably tonight.

(ominous music)

(alarm buzzing)

(gun thumping)

- Well, Joseph, I plan to spend my last day fishing.

Will you join me?

- I'm sorry, I can't.

I said I would go up into the mountains with Senora Cordova.

- Well you should enjoy yourselves.

Now where is my fishing hat?

Ah, I remember.

- Oh, I'll get it for you.

- Thank you!

You know, there's nothing like an undisturbed

night's sleep to make a man feel good.

- Ah, there it is.

(lighthearted music)

(moves into ominous music)

(sinister music)

- I have paid enough for your services.

This time you must not fail.

Attach the explosive device to the president's line.

When he pulls it from the water it will explode.

- What about the boy?

- I do not understand how a boy

has managed to frustrate my plans,

but if he tries to interfere again do not hesitate.

Eliminate him.

- Well today is their last chance to stop him.

- There is no way anyone could approach

the lake without us spotting them.

- I know, but I'm sure they'll try.

- Well, unless they've got a submarine...

- Wait a minute.

Not a submarine, but underwater suits!

Come on!

(water gurgling)

(uneasy music)

- Good luck, Joe.

(water gurgling)

(uneasy music)

(dramatic music)

(speargun hissing)

(speargun hissing)

(lighthearted music)

(uneasy music)

(head thumping)

(moves into triumphant music)

- Sam Loover, World Intelligence.

- Where's Joe?

- Somewhere out there.

He's been underwater for nearly 20 minutes!

- What?

His air supply must be practically exhausted!

- No look, there he is.

(dramatic music)

(pleasant music)

- When did you arrive, Professor McClaine?

- We just dropped in.

We like to travel informally.

- Well it's not like London, Professor.

But if it's peace and rest you're after,

this is the place.

- How was the fishing, sir?

- Not a thing all day.

How did you get on, Joe?

- Oh, we managed to find a little excitement.

Just a little.

(triumphant music)

(upbeat music)