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Traduction : Patrick janvier 2026

Damn you.

You light a fire and then you pour a drink while I burn up.

Just simmer, little baby.

It adds to the flamour.

Get up off that couch and strip down!

No!

No!

Hello?

Ginger,

you sound out of breath.

Anything wrong?

No, just playing games.

Any score?

I'm up three to nothing.

I just kicked a field goal in close range.

What's doing?

Call from Washington, CIA.

They've got a case for us.

Sounds interesting.

Any particulars?

Top secret stuff.

No facts to wear face to face.

They requested you specifically.

Oh, that's quite a compliment.

What's our move?

Meet in DC tomorrow.

Can you be there?

DC tomorrow. I...

I think so.

Sounds like the, uh, game's changing.

What's your field position now?

I'm down on the one yard lion.

I think he's going in.

Ginger.

The important detail is that your man

was involved in preliminary preparations

for secretive and high-level negotiations.

You'll have to face the fact that someone

has more than a passing interest in those negotiations

because it's obvious the Steve was abducted.

Kidnapped, if you prefer.

His clothing and other personal effects

left in the cabin

to lead you into believing he was in it

at the time of the explosion.

And the girl?

Perhaps part of the overall plan

to further mislead you.

More probably a spontaneous act of passion.

You like it?

This is Clayton Bowers

on special assignment to the case

from the Central Intelligence Agency.

Clay?

This is Fung Yo Han,

a high-ranking Asian official

who will be arriving in this country shortly.

He'll be meeting with...

James L. Whitney III,

career diplomat, socialite,

who will be representing the United States in the negotiations.

Between Han and Whitney, an agenda will be agreed upon

and other details finalized for a meeting

on cabinet level immediately thereafter.

Even if Steve breaks,

there's very little pertinent information he can supply.

Based on that,

we think there'll be an attempt made on Whitney.

Because we reached the same conclusion you did, Mr. Barone.

There's no question we can handle normal.

Even extreme security.

That's what they pay us for.

The guys like Whitney make life difficult.

They live with us so much of the time

they come to reason us.

We're an infringement on their personal privacy.

So they go out of their way to make life difficult

for us and while they're at it,

they sit themselves up or whatever comes down the line.

I appreciate the education.

But let's stop fencing.

Why am I here?

And more specifically, why did you insist

on Miss McAllister being along?

Because guys like Steve and Whitney

have another characteristic.

They're swingers,

I think the term is.

We develop a disguise for Miss McAllister

that's absolutely foolproof.

Now that's the hard part, the rest is easy.

She makes a playful Whitney.

And...

knowing him and...

seeing her, she won't have to try too hard.

After that, she...

eats with him,

sleeps with him and brushes her teeth with him.

She becomes in short our insurance policy.

I don't mind giving my bod to him.

In the name of the flag, of course.

But

why?

Well, let's just say I like to fuck a lot.

Remember elementary psychology, Steve?

Conditioning in response?

You're the rat.

You're caught in the maze

and I'm the reward.

Every time I get a wrong answer

or no answer at all,

this happens.

That's like the rat banging his

little head against the maze.

The bangs it often enough

and off it comes.

A right answer though.

Now that turns me on a little bit.

Enough right answers

and you're out of the maze and into the reward.

The Asian American trade alliance.

I want the names of the American companies initially involved.

Look, I'm a fourth assistant under secretary.

That's a glorified messenger boy.

You think I'd know something like that?

No,

I don't suppose you would.

Who's coordinating the next step?

Fungio Han and Jim Whitney.

When and where?

Friday, at the conchord.

Funny.

How hot it is here.

Then how cold it is where you're going.

Ambassador Hans Carjutt at the main approach.

Greetings Ambassador Hans.

This is Clay Bowers.

Let's get inside out of the cold.

Hey, glad you got here.

I'm Miss St. Clair.

I believe you have my confirmation.

Penthouse D, Miss St. Clair.

You've been pre-registered and your credit confirmed.

Front, please.

Thank you.

Ronnie St. Clair.

-b Really check. - Why?

Well, there are four suites in the penthouse level.

Hans and one, Whitney and another.

?? somebody?

No.

Ginger McAllister's got Star Bill in it.

It figured she'd have a penthouse.

Besides, I checked her out before I left Washington.

I suppose you're not a supervisor for nothing, Clay.

Bet your ass. Now get on it.

Okay.

Terrific rehearsal, Miss McAllister.

Thanks, John. How's (Johnny book?) ?

Full house.

That's nice. Like to earn my check.

Yes?

I'll be out of the suite for about an hour.

Now I expect to return

to a complete set of blueprints on the place.

House spa, operator.

This is Miss St. Clair, Penthouse D.

I'd like to come down immediately for a massage.

I suggest we get right to it.

Agreed.

I have stopped in Chicago overnight to rest.

Good.

A couple of hours we should have things locked up.

Then

we can relax the rest of the weekend.

As you Americans say,

that is right up my alley.

Let's get to the agenda.

We are more concerned with the sight of the meeting.

Have there been any reports of maintenance problems

with the penthouse shaft?

No, sir.

Fine with me.

And I foresee no problems with my government.

It's important that all of this

be kept as quiet as possible.

Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me.

You're lucky I didn't blow your head off.

You better have a damn good explanation

for that gadget there.

And add in security measure.

Just wanted to be sure

everything was alright inside the suite.

That's pretty thin.

We checked the room as they went in, right?

Right.

You were on guard here.

We got a man on the roof

and had six stories to the ground.

You could be busted for this.

You request the information on the redhead yet?

Haven't had time.

Well, you got it now.

Since I'm up to relieve me.

I'll take that.

And when you're caught up on everything,

check out the slopes.

That's where Hunter and Whitney are headed next.

To Boggan, I think.

Got it.

How does it feel?

Oh, it's like hell.

No, not that.

I mean,

standing on a stage.

Tease, you know, microphone with your lips.

And knowing that you've got 500 guys

conjuring up a dozen different things

they'd like to do to you.

And willing to give anything for the chance.

I don't think about it.

If I did, I'd forget the words to my next number,

trying to figure out what the dozen things were.

It's been a fascination of mine.

Ever since I was old enough

to fill out my underwear.

Blood has.

Holding men in the palm of my hand.

Figuratively, I mean.

Although it's happened literally enough times.

But when you've got them that way,

there's nothing you can't get.

Come on, Ronnie.

Every housewife in America plays that game.

Yeah.

We're a $50 dresser,

a $5 increase in grocery money.

Look,

a woman can be as wealthy as a man.

You and I know that,

and as smart as a man.

But one thing she can't be is as strong physically.

But she's got the great equalizer.

The secret is keeping the guy up there.

Not giving in to him.

I wasn't under the impression you were a virgin.

Time to turn over Miss St. Clair.

Sure.

I've been bald.

Starting when I was 13.

You've got to let it happen sometimes.

But when it does,

you keep your cool.

You will lie there

and you let him spend himself

while you're in control.

And when it's over,

he knows you had him,

but he didn't really have you.

And you still got him.

And don't tell me you don't play it that way too.

I have,

and I will again.

But there have been a few guys

I've gotten lost with.

You lie there and you give them everything.

And they drive you right up the wall.

It doesn't really matter that they've got you.

You do any damn thing they want.

All that matters

is that you keep coming and coming.

And then afterwards...

You feel like an idiot.

You weren't lying before.

About what?

Never having given in.

Otherwise, you'd know that after you've been loved,

not just laid,

what you feel like is a woman.

I'll take the first run.

Han and Whitney second

and you can follow them up.

That sounds good.

What about the flanks?

Cover them both sides.

Mr. Whitney, I only go down first

to clean away for you.

You guys killed me.

Not a chance.

We'll make sure no one else does either.

A stuff like that makes no sense.

They must realize ??

??

What for ? ?? don't talk.

Maybe that's it.

??

??

??

Come on, Ginger. I know my man.

Now, wonder you're hiding backstage.

Did it ever occur to you that Han

and Whitney are sitting ringside?

And if you want to get to them,

this is where you do it from?

I step ahead of me again, boss.

I'm sure you'll stick around until she gets stressed.

No telling what you're hiding in costume.

You've had a good luck.

Do you really think there's

rooms for anything else?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I'm Jim Whitney.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

I saw to have issued one of my own,

so perhaps it's I who should be thanking you.

I understand you and Ronnie have already met.

This is Ambassador Han.

Hello.

Well, I see you're onto my favorite booth.

I try to think of everything.

I admit I am a bit preoccupied right now.

Oh, with what?

Thoughts of what little you didn't uncover?

A dozen of them, no doubt.

Is that a joke I think, Jim?

Oh, well, you know, Jim.

I had to leave something for later.

You're just what your posters advertise.

Sent a lady.

Do you agree, Ronnie?

I've just been up stage by a woman

for the first time in my life.

And you know something?

It's good for me.

A little competition goes a long way.

A baby?

Shall we bring to the weekend?

(I'd?) screw the weekend,

to tonight.

Oh, let's just screw.

I think I'll fix this in nightcap.

Oh, but I won't.

Oh, be cool, baby.

You won't regret it.

I'm in your hands.

You certainly are.

I thought tables were for breakfast.

Oh, they are.

Besides, how many times have you done it in bed?

Who counts that high?

Well, then.

But aren't you forgetting your table manners?

Why?

I always heard

that you cut it with a knife

and ate it with a spoon.

Your eggs are getting cold.

Let me warm them up.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

They're all better down to the night.

Security?

On the roof and in the carlors outside the rooms.

Mind if I join you?

I'm trying I'll be it together.

How's that?

I'm sure it's going to be in a cycle that I read,

and don't tell me that you don't have the hotspot Ginger.

Everything.

Everything is not before.

Why am I mistreating it?

Do it all.

Dear friends, do it all.

I want (to playing?), yet I want to talk.

Strange drink.

Do both.

Damn you, I'm fine.

Keep baking.

You'll get it.

Keep talking.

It turns me on to know

the power of those hands of yours control.

You over here.

Come on!

I'm okay.

Damn it.

See all the area!

And alert the local authorities.

Han's gone.

It's a funny thing, Mr. Bowers.

Your people are always lecturing about security,

but when it's really needed...

Where the hell are you?

I've got corpses in the place of two

damn good agents out there,

and an Asian ambassador missing.

Then I suggest you go look for Mr. Han.

Fortunately, Miss McAllister and I

can take care of ourselves.

Besides, we're just about to get into something.

I'll bet you were.

It's not what you think, Clay.

It's just that breakfast was about to be served.

Nothing but a couple of blankets,

about five miles from here.

Not even a trace of the snowmobiles.

Anything on the tube we got?

A couple of strong-arm guys.

They got paid for the action

by some tall black.

Beyond that, they don't know a thing they claim.

My men are looking into it.

They had to have inside help.

They knew the layout of the resort

and the positioning of your men.

Could have come from Arthur Paxton

before they killed them.

I've got a better hunch,

a friend, Agent Neal.

I asked him to check out the redhead.

He didn't.

Then I catch your knees dropping on the meeting.

And finally, he's the one that checked out

the toboggan run just before Paxton got it.

If you arrest him now,

he'll demand his rights,

and we'll never know.

Maybe.

But I know all about your methods, remember.

They get results.

Besides,

they're fun.

Hi, Clay.

It's a great place for a little get-together.

But, uh,

you're a little overdressed for the occasion.

Wrong, Neal.

You're the one behind the times.

We are right in style.

This pole is very versatile.

I can use it to go skiing.

Of course, if I remove it,

you'll do some skiing of your own.

I can remove the towel with it.

Oh, but the cold might shrivel you up,

and that could be embarrassing.

Or I could just ram it into you.

You never ran that check on Ronnie St. Clair

because you knew damn well what it would say.

Don't be too hard on him, Clay.

After all, Neal saved the government

time and money.

Look, Clay,

I got an anonymous call.

I checked it out.

When I got there, the place was empty.

There was a note, a girl's picture,

and a post-data check, and five figures.

The notes said that both the girl and the check

were due and payable the day after this meeting ended.

And the girl in the picture was Ronnie.

Yeah.

Christ, Neal. Why?

The money was tempting so was the girl.

Look,

I never knew that she would grab hand on that.

Two of our guys will get it in the process.

And you never know about Paxton either.

I had to do it, Clay!

He was on to me!

Look, I've had about all I can take.

It's not enough.

I practically live with you guys.

But then, because you're afraid you can't do the job

we pay you boy, you start

importing some high-priced talent to do it for you.

It worked, didn't it?

I gave you more credit than that, Jim.

Otherwise, I'd have given you nothing at all.

Let's cut out the personalities!

Please!

And evaluate phase three.

Before you evaluate anything,

I think it's about time, Ginger and I

know exactly what we're into here.

Otherwise, let's call it a day.

We can discuss fees over the phone.

This is your department, Jim.

If you want my opinion,

tell them.

We can use all the help we can get.

You're right.

I was letting my masculine ego get in my way.

It shouldn't.

If I hadn't really wanted to,

I'd have never given you the reins the way I did.

On the surface, it's relatively common.

A trade alliance.

An emerging nation,

in this case, Asian, needs products.

So American industry supplies them.

Can they afford to pay for them?

That's the sticky question.

No, they can't.

So we loan them the money and foreign aid.

You might say that we're buying the products

from ourselves, but there are certain advantages.

It's good for the balance of trade.

If we don't do it, the Communist will.

And it stimulates the economy.

Except for certain political ramifications at home,

if some bright young senator

wanted to build a reputation.

What interest could anyone have in this?

There are two areas of interest.

Economic and political.

If you knew

what American companies were involved,

you could buy in now.

Then later, when the bonanza's applying a whole new nation hits,

the stocks skyrocketed in your cell.

Fortunes are made that way.

The political possibilities

are more so.

If the secretaries of our respective countries

don't meet in St. Thomas as scheduled,

we may never know who's behind this.

I thought this Ronnie St. Clair...

Yes.

But

for money,

either for herself or other individuals,

or

as the agent for some foreign government.

What about Han?

He called his superiors right after our meeting.

Unless we advise the contrary,

his cabinet minister is on his way to St. Thomas

within 96 hours.

And we can't advise to the contrary.

We have to gamble that Miss St. Clair

knows where we're going

and tries again.

It's a calculated risk.

Please.

Take it with us.

Did you ever turn up anything in our red-headed friend?

Yeah, mostly surface,

but nothing to indicate subversive activities.

Actually, she's a lot like you.

Single, wealthy, and goes where the action is.

In this case, she could have stayed home.

What do you mean?

Port of embarkation for her trip here was

St. Thomas,

U.S. Virgin Islands.

Hello.

Welcome to the Islands, William.

Thank you.

So, this is the paradise you run your empire from.

But let me make one thing quite clear, Veronica.

It'll take a piece of the action

to get me involved in this.

Oh, you get a piece, all right.

Ten percent.

The commission is the proper terminology, I think.

What about McAllister?

She's what she claims to be her.

She's got the best damn cover I ever saw.

It's the latter, of course.

After all, the Federal Bureau of Investigation staged it for her.

Oh, by the way, they've just landed.

Much advanced work, Jim?

No, not really.

Until the Secretary arrives,

most of the work is up to my good friend,

Mr. Bowers, here.

Thanks, Whitney. I'll remember you someday.

Since we're supposed to be pieces of bait,

let's make them fish.

Well, we'll enjoy it the most.

Come on.

Just got cooled off, and I'm already hot again.

So what else is new?

It seems some of your own...

Would you mind getting my suntan oil in the car?

May I give you a (??) ? Sure.

Be right back.

Turn over, baby.

It's time to do your front.

Whitney.

You seem to be getting a nice, even tan, Jim.

But we wouldn't want you to burn in the wrong places.

This your idea of torture?

No.

Just fun.

Han's already told us everything he knows.

I doubt you could act very much.

I don't want to neglect you now.

I figure very nicely in the outcome of things.

You're a bitch, you know that.

I've heard that quite often.

Mostly. It's set out of frustration now.

You were right about Ginger.

From the details of some of her escapades,

I think you've met your match.

That's highly unlikely, William.

Although she is more of a challenge

than most of the men I've run into.

This makes here the perfect one

to have my little chat with.

I know you invited me for a drink,

but this is a bit ridiculous.

Don't worry, I'm not trying to get you smashed.

I just wanted us to meet in a public place

so we'd both be safe.

By the way,

Jim sends regards.

I'm sure he's well taken care of.

What's on your mind, Ronnie?

Bring your piano wire.

I compliment on your act or double

now that I know what you really are.

Coming from the woman who probably owns

the place we're standing in,

I'll accept the tribute.

You see, we understand each other.

How much do you know about what's going on?

Everything except what direction your motives lead to.

Purely economic.

Day after the treaty's ratified,

I want to call my stockbroker

and make a little investment.

Only to do that, I need to know

what companies I'll be investing in.

Both that information was for public consumption.

We'd want an ad in the paper.

Look,

we both know national security is not at stake.

It's all for dollars and cents.

And the only reason it's all the big secret

is that many other people

are Secretary included,

have the same plan that I do.

Even so, that's all the more reason

they don't want to partner with it.

I'll never tell.

It's strictly for me.

Besides, I've got a little proposition for them.

It's the government you're dealing with.

The American government.

Precisely.

Suppose the day after he arrives,

the Secretary finds Han and Whitney

dead on his doorstep.

And suppose some of my columnist friends

carry a front page story about

a country that's half communist anyway

buying American goods with borrowed American dollars?

Top officials get rich in the bargain.

You can't blackmail a whole country, Ronnie.

I didn't expect you to agree with me.

Just deliver the offer.

Suppose it works.

Suppose you make ten million bucks overnight.

What can it buy you that you can't already afford?

You could have bawled the likes of Whitney

and taken a trip to the Caribbean

without a case to work on.

To (Shae / shy?).

Hands on a shelf, legs apart.

We've got some time to kill.

See that strip you're so famous for.

Including this matching pair of thirty-eight...

You're by says a little message she wants me to deliver.

I dig.

And you'll still be able to deliver it

without blowing your kneecaps to pieces.

So give us a little show

and we'll split.

And Ronnie, you'll be safely on her way.

You're good to point.

I guess you've got me.

I'll remind her of my act.

I think I've got to arm long enough with that little chickie.

Yeah?

I think it's time we put a little pressure

on that lovely ass of hers.

The secretary is not going to buy blackmail.

I didn't expect him to.

Look, clue him anyway, Mark.

And, uh,

I think you should make the trip with him.

Or get him to cancel it.

Negative.

To cancel the change plans

would be conceding that they're getting to us.

How much time have we got?

Thirty-six hours

to the secretary lands.

What's your move?

We're going on the offensive.

There's only one piece missing fellas.

And Ronnie St. Clair's it.

We are located here, our island's capital.

In addition to our only seaport in Jeddah Field.

It also encompasses roughly 80% of our population.

Down the coast in both directions,

our beaches and resort hotels.

As we move inland,

we crawl the flatlands,

agricultural mostly,

and some industry that deals in refining the crops.

Then finally the mountains,

rising sharply on the other side of the island.

An educated guest captain.

Where do we start?

The mountains, of course.

They are six villas marked by these exits.

Surely your miss StClair occupies one of them.

Yes, but which one?

That is the question.

Three are owned by American corporations

and could be occupied by anyone.

The others,

by men known to us,

who have acquired fortunes of such proportions

that they are automatically suspect.

How long to check each one?

By air half a day.

We do not have that luxury.

The helicopter attracts too much attention.

And we don't have time to do it any other way.

Unless we know precisely where we're going.

Captain,

our two friends.

They are prepared, just as you instructed.

All right, fellas.

Let's see you and me get plugged in so

we're on the same wavelength.

Who knows?

This may be a thing of the future.

But what the hell?

It'll give you quite a jolt.

Because there'll be electricity between us.

The real kind, I mean.

The first button will just shock you a little.

But electricity kills cells.

And by the time I reach button three

or four,

I just may electrocute

your masculinity.

I'd like to pay a visit to your redheaded employer.

But I've got a problem.

I don't know where she lives.

Now, all we'd like to help me out.

Easy fellas.

One at a time.

The point there.

A big place on the point.

This got it?

Yeah, that's it.

Oh, one more thing.

How many more like you up there?

Maybe a dozen or more.

Thanks, fellas.

Oh, you may not be able

to get it up for a couple days.

But no permanent damage.

Bill,

the copter will get you to the airport

in time to catch the last plane for the stitches.

I want you to come back on the flight

with the secretary.

You afraid Ginger didn't deliver the message?

No.

I'm just not sure it'll work.

I need a trump card

and I'm counting on you to deal it.

But, Teil,

I'm vetting Ginger and that Clay Bowers

are on their way up here.

I want them diverted long enough

for the secretary's plane to touch down.

But whatever you do,

don't kill her.

I want that damn spread.

Not dead.

Then we'll find out how much of a woman she is.

And gentlemen,

thank you for such close attention.

Why are we stopping, Captain?

You owe it to Anne's here.

The copter's can't make it at night.

Besides, they would have tipped our hand.

Looks like we go the rest of the way on foot.

Along the water at the base of the cliffs.

Let's take a break, first.

Let's take five.

The mirror. Got to do.

If all goes well, you'll be in the sack

with Whitney by morning.

Cut it, will you, Clay?

It's a job and he's a groovy guy.

But I'll lay odds that you're better.

And what's that lead to?

Jim kind of tires in the stretch.

I bet you'd ride me wire to wire.

That's right, with a whip in one hand to beat your rear

end if I felt just slacking up.

Well, then.

This is harder. This spot to hit the saddle.

Don't worry. I'll pick the right track.

You just be ready to ride, baby.

Good evening.

It's Flight 851 Washington.

Yes, it is on time, sir.

??

Thank you.

Look, they're trying with this captain.

Train brings men around the seats.

Go!

Run out!

Tell me I'm not more of a turn

on than your precious ginger.

No go Ronnie.

Ginger puts out.

All you do is put on.

That's the most action I've gotten out of you all night.

Pan Am, jet-(??) flight 851,

Boeing 727, service from St. Thomas,

have landed.

Passengers are declining through gate number eight.

We were sitting ducks, but all they did

was pin us down in Banish.

Why?

Only wanted to keep us away from Ronnie

long enough for her to get to the secretary.

Never get to him, how?

I can't leave a security to the local police.

We've got to get back to the airport in town.

Listen,

take the captain and go.

Just leave me two men.

You're crazy. There's no way...

Clay, we're too close to go back.

This way we'll cover all bases.

Be careful.

Okay.

Flight's about to board,

but I think I got your trump card already.

Tell me about it.

Too risky, but she's the queen of hearts.

Oh, by the way, I had time

to do a little follow-up in your liquid.

$10 million worth. ??

You deserve a little present.

I'll try to have her for you this afternoon.

Get wrapped?

No.

(??) open her up.

Save you the trouble.

- Good flight. - Ciao.

Surely you don't expect a direct attempt on me.

I don't know what to expect.

I'm already concerned about our failure

to meet our flight.

Mr. Secretary, we understand you are here

to conduct secret defense negotiations.

Nonsense.

You can credit your publicity people

for my being here.

I bought their pitch about your vacation paradise.

Oh, and I'd like to discredit

another kind of rumor before it gets started.

This is my daughter, Melinda.

Now that you've got me here, Ronnie,

do I become part of your blackmail package?

No.

I've got other plans for you.

Besides myself, you're the first woman

I've met who's really together.

Pass a simple test, and you and I

can go a long way together.

I'll try to flunk.

You'll start by stripping,

and I do mean everything, honey.

I was kind of disappointed by

the way you coped out at the Concord.

500 people paid a fancy cover for that.

You don't suppose I'll do it now for free.

This is a command performance.

Why not strip me yourself?

Not my bag.

But I'm sure the guys will have lied to you.

Lady wants some help taking her clothes off.

You sure you don't miss anything?

There's something vulnerable about a naked woman.

A tale set her up.

I want her completely helpless,

but totally available.

Mark,

I didn't know what to expect.

Now they did leave when we landed.

What's the status?

Oh, we were getting close to payed out

from the ambuisciest.

McAlistair girl?

Ginger was fine when I left her.

She pushed after St. Clair.

I came back to be sure you didn't

get hit at this end.

I think we're all secured.

Go after her with everything you've got.

The secretary's not standing still

for Trump to blackmail.

I didn't expect he would,

but don't take any unnecessary chances, Mark.

This gal plays for keeps.

It's not hard to understand why you're able

to manipulate men as easily as you do.

But can you lie there and let a guy do his

damnedest to get to you

and not give in to him?

The way you've got me spread out,

all he has to do is get it up to get it in.

That's not the point and you know it.

I conceded while lying on a massage table,

but a man can physically rape a woman.

He can also make her body respond in mechanical ways.

But can he take her mind in emotions?

That's why I've taken away

every other defense that you've got,

and that's the test you have to pass.

If you were lying here, Ronnie,

you wouldn't stand a chance.

That's where you're wrong,

and that may be the one difference between us.

Suppose I won't play your game.

Henderson's not a bad looking guy.

I may give in to him with or without the ropes.

Give in to him all you want afterwards.

But if he gets to you now,

there is no later.

Because if a man can manipulate your mind with your body,

you have no use to me.

So, President Ronnie,

I opened up just the way you promised.

I'm a very big fan of yours.

Very big.

And you don't stand a chance.

When I finish with you,

you're going to be mine

inside and out.

You're beautiful.

A stuff of the (pressure ??).

I got you.

All I do is ??

He took you.

He knows it. I know it.

And you know it.

Yeah, that may be.

But thank God I'm a great piece of ass

and not a cold piece of ice.

Don't bother with the details.

Just so you're okay.

I could use little gentle loving right now,

but we don't have time.

Why?

Ronnie split with most of her entourage

and guess where she's going.

I won't even try.

Meet the secretary.

That makes no sense.

There's little about it that does make sense,

except she always gets what she wants.

Oh, me.

Martin, Mr. Bowers,

we have a message from Mr. Broadway.

He waits to see you right away.

And that, Mr. Secretary,

is the process Mr. Han and Mr. Whitney

will undergo if results of our talks

aren't satisfactory.

Your presuming will stand for it.

You have no choice.

The gentlemen are waiting on the tower.

That's simple enough to see.

One of my men is stationed inside

the plant's power source.

By the time you shut it down,

Han and Whitney will bear more

of a resemblance to smoke

salmon than human beings.

Now, do we talk?

I could call your bluff and

you could kill them.

Where do you think you'd go from there?

The airport's sealed and Clay Bowers and Ginger

are on their way here from your headquarters.

Even if you kill us all, Miss St. Clair,

I'm afraid you've run your course.

I'd hoped I might spare you this,

but I have a new house guest.

Melinda, I think her name is.

Your daughter, I believe.

You want to confirm it, of course.

All right.

On your feet.

No blue chip companies

with depressed in today's market.

It's like everyone else.

There's no question an agreement like this

would serve as a shot of adrenaline.

All right. You'll give us 48 hours

advance notice of the date of official ratification.

48 hours during which the market is open.

The day after the media

give general coverage to the agreement,

you'll send an aid with

an official copy of the document and

a general amnesty from the United States government.

And then we'll wait another 48 hours and

if the market reacts the way it should,

your aid returns with your daughter.

You might ask, Mr. Secretary,

what kind of treatment your daughter can expect

between now and then.

She's only a girl, Ginger.

I saved what you got for would be women.

I think that concludes our business.

She made us in circles, Clay.

She made us look like fools.

We never as much as laid a hand on her.

I can mention the number she did on me.

Look, I know it's for up to swallow.

But even diplomats have to draw the line

at the daughter's life.

Hey,

her day will come.

Meeting's over today, isn't it?

Yeah.

Tomorrow we head back to the States.

My hunt, Ms. McAlistair.

Thank you.

That takes nerve.

No, just ego.

She knows we're leaving in the morning

and she wants one last opportunity

that flaunted all in our faces.

Come on,

we've got a date.

The bar is that way.

Here they come.

How nice of you to come, gentlemen.

We're delighted to be here.

Very thoughtful of you to end our visit

on such a pleasant note.

Bill, I've got some spare cash

lying around for the right (stuff ?/stop?).

Oh, Mark,

would you pardon me a moment, please?

Of course, Mr. Secretary.

May I see my daughter before I leave?

Oh, come now.

That would be foolish of me.

But Mr. Henderson will show you some recent photographs,

and you can hear a tape she made

just for the occasion.

I'm glad to see you two relaxing for a change.

What, no test tonight?

You only get it once,

and you've had it.

Have a ball, Mr. Bowers.

She's really good at it.

I think now's the time.

I think I'll start warming things up myself.

Comparing notes, fellas,

I assure you I'm much better without the ropes.

Mr. Secretary,

I want you to meet Diane and Ron Lucas.

How do you do?

Yes.

It looks delicious.

Very good.

Holy like that, brother.

Now, this is far as you go.

She's right in there.

But you ain't never gonna get it.

You mean you're working all alone tonight?

You don't have to do it all by yourself.

Well, how does it feel, Chippy?

No place to go but down.

What are you doing to me?

Now split.

And split wide,

or I'll blow a hole big enough for six guys.

How do you like it, Ronnie?

Completely helpless and totally available,

with your exact words.

Your party's over.

You'll be watching a stock market through jail bars.

There's one thing now.

When Jim Whitney's through with you,

I'm betting that big mouth of yours

will be panting

instead of preaching.

Jim,

here's that little favor I wanted you

to screw for me.

The pleasure is all mine.

Yeah, and make it hers too.

I want her to spend the next 20 years

wanting it again.

You see, Ronnie?

Girls are for loving.

How about fixing us a drink, Clay?

Yeah.

I think we can use it.

Everything under control?

Everything,

including her.

She won't stay that way for long.

I'll get you, Ginger!

I doubt it,

but Jim is going to get you.

I'm (getting this?).

The mind, Ronnie.

I thought that was all you needed.

I can't take this.

I never could.

So you backed away from it as a defense

against what you considered a weakness,

and you were afraid of any woman

who didn't have the same weakness.

So that's why you had to put me to the test.

Come on, babe.

Track's fast tonight.