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Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

The man you're looking at
is David Redding,

one of the top photographers
in the country.

He is also the contact
for a spy apparatus

that has secretly brought 150 agents
into the United States

over the past few months.

Yesterday, one of the agents
was picked up.

We have not been able
to get any information from him

except that they carry
deadly pneumonic plague bacillus,

which is to be released
on our population within 72 hours.

We have dozens of coded messages
in and out of Redding's headquarters

which we are certain
locate and identify the agents.

However, we have so far been unable
to break Redding's code.

Your mission,
should you decide to accept it,

is to get the key to the code
so we can pick up those agents

before it's too late.

As always, if you
or any of your IM Force

should be caught or killed,

the secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This recording will self-destruct
in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

- You've got it.
- Sure.

- I hope I remember it.
- You'd better.

Oh, Fran Williams of Elite magazine
said she'll cooperate fully, Cinnamon.

I was sure she would.

Now, this is Redding's home
and studio.

This is where he does
his photography.

Set off a small country road,
no other homes around it.

This is the bomb shelter,
about 50 yards from the house.

This is where he does the transmitting
and receiving of his messages.

It also has auxiliary power,
water tanks, air filtration

- and even a periscope.
- It looks as though Mr. Redding

won't give up the information
we want so easily.

And that's why
they haven't picked him up

so that we can work on him.

Now, are you set
with the jamming equipment?

Ready to go, Jim.

- How about the gun permits, Willy?
- Neither of them has one.

They're too smart to carry guns
without a permit.

All we have to do is check any guns
they may have around the house.

- And in the bomb shelter.
- Now,

The names and locations
of the agents carrying the bacillus

have got to be somewhere
in these coded messages.

A team of cryptographers been
working on it around the clock

since the first intercept.
They can't break the code.

In this age of computers,
I thought any code could be broken.

No, that's not true, Willy.
Codes such as this,

based on a changing progression
of random numbers,

can't possibly be broken
without the key.

So we get the key.

Oh, that's lovely. Lovely, lovely.

A little more hair, lots of hair.

Oh, that's beautiful. Hold that.
Hold that.

Now come down with me.
That's lovely, lovely.

Lovely, lovely. Over here, over here.
Okay, let's see something.

Come on, come on.
Oh, beautiful, beautiful. Beautiful.

Yes, yes. Oh, yes. Superb.

Better wind it up, David.
We've an appointment in ten minutes.

Okay, okay. A couple more.

Now bring it across.
Step right over me.

Oh, that's nice, that's nice.
Now come back over me.

That's it, that's it.
That's beautiful, beautiful.

Beautiful. That's right.

Lovely.

That's nice. Now, up here. Up here.

Focus, focus, focus.
That's beautiful, beautiful.

Nice level, look at here.
Tilt up, tilt up, tilt up.

Lovely, lovely, lovely.
That's it. Okay.

David, you've got more than enough
for this layout.

- We've got an appointment.
- I just need a couple more.

That's nice. That's nice, that's nice.

Oh, good, good. Perfect. Hold it.

Okay, okay, just a couple more.
Yeah, beautiful.

- David.
- Hold that, hold that.

That's lovely, lovely.
That's it for today.

My sweet, you're an angel.

Thank you, Dave.
Ciao. See you soon.

We'd better get out there.

One, two, three, four, five...

It's about Channing,
agent who was picked up.

They wanna know if he talked,
if so, how much,

and if any new plans were made
based on what he might have said.

- Anything else?
- Oh, that'll do.

Morning, Sandy.

- Hi, Frannie.
- Hello, David.

What's happening?

We've got to get
the "Elite Personalities" feature

finished up this week.

I want you to do the layout
on Billy Land.

Billy Land?
He's that kid who makes records.

He's supposed to be a millionaire
at 19. The facts are on this sheet.

Sandy should have the appointment
set up for you.

Sandy, what about that appointment
with Billy Land?

But he knew about this.

All right, I guess you better
cable Gorman in the London office.

He can have Simpson shoot it.

The nut left for Europe last night.

Well, what's the second name
on that list?

"Cinnamon Carter Crawford."

Oh, good.
You can shoot her instead.

It's probably just as well.

You do better pictures
of women anyway.

Biochemist who used to be
one of your cover girls?

- Beauty and brains.
- Oh, that sounds interesting.

I'm gonna do something special
with this.

- Hello.
- Mr. Phelps? Fran Williams.

He's on his way.

Thank you, Ms. Williams.

Yes?

I have Mr. Redding here,
Dr. Crawford.

All right.
Just give me a moment, please.

Thank you, Joshua.

- Hi, come on in.
- Hi, how are you?

- Would you like a cup of coffee?
- Oh, no, thanks.

This is not an easy place to get into.

Yes, I know.

A team of us are working on a project
for the Federal Security Department.

- Very top-secret.
- I see.

I remember you.

I must have seen you
on at least a dozen Elite covers.

Those were fun times.

You know,
we wanna do a layout on you.

Yes, I know. Fran called but I told her
it would probably be impossible.

- Why not?
- Time.

Oh, it'll only take a few hours.
I could shoot you here at your desk.

As a matter of fact,
I've got my cameras in the car.

No, that's absolutely
out of the question.

Cameras are strictly verboten
in here.

I'm sorry.
It probably would have been fun.

Listen, we don't have
to do the layout here.

I've got a great idea.

I'll put together a stylised set
at my studio

and we can shoot some fashion stuff
as well as the personality layout.

Why not?

Former model back in harness.

- Fran will love it.
- But when?

Tomorrow's Saturday.
If you're free, come out tomorrow.

- I think you're serious.
- I am.

Can I bring my husband?

Husbands are welcome.

- Load me up, Alex.
- Right.

How do I look?

- Fantastic.
- And then some.

I thought we'd try some fashion poses
over here by the lab stuff.

Behind the bottles.

Okay. That's good.
Move a little to your left.

There, that's it, that's it.

Perfect. Okay, open it up a little.
A little more excitement.

Yeah, that's better. That's better.

Remember,
you're a sexy biochemist.

You really are.

Perfect.
Now, turn with your back toward me.

Your back to me.

And then come back
this way very slowly, okay?

- David.
- What?

- What is it that you've written there?
- Oh, I don't know.

I thought there should be
some sort of chemical formula on it.

That would be nice.
Except that what you've written, in fact,

is a kind of wonderful combination
of turpentine and oatmeal.

You're kidding.

Shall I fix it?

For the chemists among our readers,
perhaps you should.

Alex, clean off the board.

Certainly.

I had to mention it.
Second nature, you know. I'm sorry.

Well, I'm not. I'm glad you noticed.

Now, listen, I think I will leave you two
to work and take a little stroll.

Good idea. It's a beautiful day.

We'll be at this for a few hours.

I'll be back in a while. Have fun.

My contribution to science.

Very impressive.

I knew you'd like it.

Okay, let's get back to work.

Perfect. That's good, that's good.

Lovely. Lovely, lovely.

Yes, that's nice. Now open it up.

Good, good, good.

Yes, it's perfect. Perfect.

Yes, that is lovely.

Lovely, lovely.

Couldn't be lovelier.
That does this outfit.

Why don't you have a smoke
and change?

How am I doing?

My sweet, you're a natural.

David, I've done something terrible.

That formula is top-secret.

I've been working on it so much,
I didn't realise it when I was writing it.

I'll have to have the film.

- We got some great stuff.
- Please.

Dig it out, Alex.

This is gonna hurt.

I'm sorry, David.

I guess this business of working
on all this top-secret material

is getting to me.
The security, the guards,

constant reminder
that they are listening.

I hate it. It scares me.

I don't know, I guess
being a security risk just scares me.

- I'm sorry, David.
- Forget it. You're beautiful.

Now, let's start again.

- I'll write you another one.
- No oatmeal.

No turpentine.

Okay, okay. That's perfect.

Now give me exactly the same thing
going the other way. Thattagirl.

Thattagirl, that's nice. Up... Yeah.

That's lovely.
Now come towards me.

Yes, yes, yes, that's it.

Good, hold that. Just a minute.
That's lovely.

Work your way
toward Alex just a little.

I wanna split the background.
Thattagirl. Yeah, that's it.

That's nice. Beautiful.
Let's do that again.

Raising up just a bit.
Oh, that's lovely.

Lovely.

Perfect. No more fog, Alex.

That's good, that's nice. That's nice.
A little more toward me.

- How's it going?
- We'll make this the last shot.

Oh, that's lovely.

Perfect! Wrap it up. Save the fog.

Was it as much fun
as you remembered?

Yes, but more work
than I remembered.

I'll get my things.

- I'll be with you in a moment.
- Okay.

Better get started
in the darkroom, Alex.

Right.

You know, David,
I wanna thank you.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

No, really, whether the magazine
ever uses the pictures or not,

she absolutely loved it.
Never seen her so excited.

- Who was?
- Never mind.

Thank you, David.
I hope the pictures are good.

They will be, my sweet.
They're of you.

- Bye.
- Thanks again.

- I'll show you out.
- No, no, no, we'll find our way.

I'll be in touch.

It's a formula
for eosin methylthionine chloride.

The culture medium
the bacillus is supported in.

She may be working on some means
of combating our project.

Yeah, that's what the centre thinks.

They want us to find out
everything she knows.

You think she'll talk?

She'll talk.

They are magnificent, my sweet.
Magnificent.

Oh, David, I'm so pleased.
I'm just dying to see them.

Why don't you and your husband
drive up this morning?

Oh, David, I don't know.

I'm supposed to be
at the Federal Security Department.

Nonsense, it's Sunday.

Nobody works on Sunday.
I'll expect you for brunch.

All right. All right, we'll be there.

But we'll have to rush right back.

Okay. See you in about an hour.

Okay, Alex. Hey, let me see these.

They're good.

Too bad nobody will ever see them.

Oh, good morning, doctor.

- Good morning.
- Mr. Crawford.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

- Hi, beautiful.
- Hi.

Over here. Wait till you see.

There you are.

Oh, David, they're great.

You've made me look beautiful.

- They're magnificent.
- All I did was snap the shutter.

Even the rejects were exciting.

- Oh, I'd love to see them.
- Here they are.

Look at that angle.

Oh, that's great.

David.

I destroyed that roll of film.

- You'd better sit down, my sweet.
- What's this all about?

Do what he says.

Eosin methylthionine chloride.

An interesting substance.

I'm in charge of the project
you're investigating

for the Federal Security Department.

But you're an American.

So was my father, Jason Redding.

Jason Redding, nuclear physicist.
Tried, convicted.

Executed for passing America's
precious secrets on to the enemy.

- And like father like son.
- Wrong.

Unlike my father, I am a traitor.

You see, my father
was absolutely loyal to this country.

He loved it.

He loved it enough
to build a bomb he despised.

So much so
that when he was accused,

he answered every question
put to him honestly.

He was even naive enough to admit
that he had many friends,

men he had known all his life,
who were communists.

That made him a spy.

He was convicted because papers
in his handwriting

were found in the possession
of an enemy agent.

Top-secret papers that he admitted

he'd smuggled
out of the testing ground.

Not smuggled.

Left in his coat absent-mindedly.

Somebody stole them,
passed them on to the enemy.

If that's true,
why wasn't that somebody ever found?

They never looked for him.

They had their patsy: My father.

But, David, if what you say is true

and your father was innocent
and really loved his country,

why are you doing
what you're doing?

This country killed my father.

I was Jason Redding's best friend.

As it turned out, his only friend.

That last night in the death house,
I promised him I would raise his son.

And I also promised myself
that David and I

would one day make them pay
for the murder of David's father.

I wanna know what
the Federal Security people know,

and exactly how much the man known
as Wilson Channing has told you.

You know I can't tell you anything.
You know that.

Your husband means a great deal
to you, doesn't he?

What do you mean?

You see this knob?

This knob controls voltage output
from 55 to 80,000.

I wonder how many your husband
can stand before his heart stops.

Sit down over there.

Cinnamon, don't tell them anything.

Nothing.

This is a gun.

- Don't tell them.
- What do they know?

Tell me what they know.

Don't tell them.

What?

Tell me.

No. I'll tell you.
It won't help you anyway.

When your agents
came to this country

with their plague canisters,
they committed an act of war.

At this very moment,

this country is planning
to launch a nuclear attack

which will totally destroy your country.
Totally destroy it.

I don't believe it.

When your agents learn
that their country is annihilated,

do you think they're gonna carry out
your orders?

If she's telling the truth, it's all over.

We've failed.

Maybe not.

Even with our limited missile capacity,
there may be a way.

What would happen
if a nuclear missile

wiped out New York
before they attacked us?

Wouldn't Washington assume
that the attack

came from the Russians
or the Red Chinese?

Since they couldn't verify it,

wouldn't Washington have to retaliate
against the Russians or the Chinese

before they dealt with us?

We'd be the only surviving power.

Exactly.

Contact the centre.

- Alex.
- Thank you, doctor.

You've been most helpful.

Alex.

If the centre should accept our plan,

they'll be launching their missiles
in an hour or two.

Or less. Let's move to the shelter.

All right, stay right where you are.

What's going on? Who are you?

Federal Security Department.

We have warrants for your arrest.

- Well, what's the charges?
- For now, espionage.

Unless we can pick up those agents
before they release the bacillus,

- it'll be murder, mass murder.
- What?

Hey, what is this?
Some sort of practical joke?

No, it's no joke. All right, let's go.

Stay here. Tear up the place
until you can find that code.

I said, let's go.

Where are you taking us?

New York, federal courts building.

New York?

Now, wait a minute. Maybe...

Maybe we can work something out.

- A deal?
- What kind of a deal?

We'll give you the code
and show you how it works.

Give you the names of all the agents
and where you can pick them up.

I can't make a deal.

But if I bring you in with the code
and you tell us everything you know,

I think we can work something out.

- Code's in the shelter.
- After you.

All right, open it up.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Sit down over there.

Let's get rid of him, David.
Why keep him around?

Because sooner or later,
one of us is gonna have to go up

and check on the fallout level.

All commercial broadcasting
is suspended.

Switch to your emergency station.

Repeat, all commercial broadcasting
is suspended.

Switch...

NORAD reports enemy missiles

en route
to the continental United States.

All citizens are instructed
to take shelter at once.

This is not a test.

Repeat, all citizens take shelter.

Repeat, all citizens take cover.

This is not a test.

- This is not a test.
- Sit down.

Take cover. Take cover.

Take cov...

How far was it?

Twenty to 25 miles.

That's New York.

Firestorm will reach here
in another few seconds.

It must be 200 degrees up there.

It'll burn out in a few minutes.
Then we can take a look.

It's not as hot.

Fires must be burning out.

Let's take a look.

Raise the antenna.

"Q, S, U, V..."

What's the date?

Twenty-third.

All set.

Now, what's the first letter?

- J.
- J.

Minus two.

- F.
- The second letter is L.

L.

Minus seven.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

B.

"F-B."

It's not decoding.
Are you sure it's an L?

- Positive.
- What's the third letter?

Third letter's W.

W, nine.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

J.

"F-B-J."

There's something wrong,
it's not decoding.

The centre's made a mistake.

No, you have.

It's a simple code, once you have
the key, the date and a phone book.

Get in touch
with Security Department.

- Tell them to break down the code.
- All right.

And while you're sitting in your cell
waiting to die,

I want you to think about something.

If your father really was innocent,

who would have been more likely
to wanna frame him?

The United States government
or his best friend,

who also happened
to be an enemy agent even then.