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we are. If there's anything you'd like, just ask for it. If that music bothers you, I can have it turned off.

You talk as if you own this hotel as well as everything else in this city, doctor Rashid.

Well, there's very little in this world that can be had with money, my dear. I found it that way, Olman.

A vermouth.

I'll have a scotch,

Double without ice.

I'm glad you're not mad now. You know you haven't spoken a word to any of us all day long, Edward. I'm sorry, but you know how I feel about crowds.

Are you going in the pool? Yes, if you like. Then I better change. Alright.

Jane, don't you find it tiring being engaged to someone like Edward? I think he acts like a cave dweller.

And have you a weakness for that sort of man? Oh, Ed is really a darling boy. But I personally prefer a man who's more mature, relaxed, and self assured. I should say that fits me exactly.

Now, doctor Rashid, I won't allow you to flirt with Pamela.

Your heart belongs to science.

I'd better drink to science then.

Olympic Airways announces the arrival of flight three fourteen from Athens to Gate Number 1.

Passengers may wait in the Sky Lounge where refreshments will be served. Yes, sir. I'd like to look at last week's issue of the speaker. Here it is.

I'll bring it right back.

Thank you, but this isn't the one I want. You're welcome.

I'd like last week's issue of their spiel, please. Yes, sir. Here.

Thanks.

Ah, they are.

Well, thank you, sir.

Passengers are kindly requested to proceed to Gate 3 to boarding.

Shall I wait for you here, sir? I'll drop my bag in the Phoenicia. Alright. No, it's for mister Smith. Okay. Thanks.

Having trouble? Yes. It won't start.

Alright.

I'll have a look here.

Was that all? It was simple. No. I'll try.

Am I supposed to be happy because they're sending a man in from London?

And to Calvert All is an American.

Probably thinks he's a James Bond.

If I were you, inspector, I'd put him in his place the first minute he steps out of line. He's someone very special. We're under his orders as well.

Let's not worry about who gives the orders yet. My name is Mike Drum.

Welcome to Bayroom, Mike.

I'm Craig,

special police branch British Embassy in Baywood.

And this is Henry Brooke.

38 years of age, sharpshooter,

expert in small arms, judo, communications, and Arabic. But

he seems to know more about us than we do.

Watch the hole.

Did you bring a dinner jacket? Yeah. Sure. Well, you'd better put it on. Because at nine, we're expected for dinner at professor Freeman's house. Right. I've already informed him who you are.

The other guest will be told that you're the son of one of the professor's oldest friends.

I was at the pool the other day when his daughter was killed. She dived into the water and came up with a knife at her chest. It was runny off, I can tell you. Now I was in Prague when I heard about it, but the report was pretty sketchy.

How did it happen, Craig? Why would someone wanna kill Jane Freeman? I don't know. I saw the whole thing, and the place was filled with people. Everyone there was questioned.

We couldn't even find one suspect.

Well, somebody in the pool must have done it. I would say so.

Do you think that someone outside that pool could throw a knife,

which could have perhaps struck that girl just before she went under the water?

Yeah. I suppose it could be done. What's Freeman doing in Beirut?

Well, you know he's one of the world's greatest scientists who's trying to find a cure for cancer.

He believes he's on the verge of a great breakthrough in biochemical research, a method of stopping that terrible disease once and for all.

Last year in England,

professor Freeman received some anonymous letters.

Those letters threatened his daughter with death.

Unless Freeman agreed to stop at once his search for a cure of cancer.

Strange.

Quite.

So he decided to leave England and finish his work in Beirut?

Exactly.

But he began to receive those same letters here.

Freeman refused to give up his research, and then, as you know, his daughter was killed.

I

suppose you're wondering why I'm here.

I certainly am, sir. You know that it's highly irregular for our government to send a spy

for a case of murder.

We live in a changing world, my friend.

But we're gonna work together and solve this case.

You and Brooke outside are the only ones who know the situation.

At least I hope so.

What are you doing there?

You see this?

Sorry, but this program is over.

Hello? Transmitter.

But I engaged the room and had it checked only yesterday.

In fact, Brooke did it.

Well, you should never reserve a room a day ahead.

He would have all the time he needs to bug it, Craig.

I think you're even beginning to suspect me. Oh, now, Craig, you you

just begin to get extra careful in my line of work.

Well, it's time to go.

Kony suit, 114.

I'm afraid I must be alone with Michael for a moment. Moment.

I must apologize

for I'm not a very good host these last few days,

but I hope you'll understand.

You know that we all share your sorrow, professor Freeman.

Shall we go now, Michael?

Excuse me.

Oh, thank you, sir.

You've heard, I suppose, of the death of the Russian doctor Galinov.

Of course.

And that of the American scientist, Wren?

Why, yes. It was shocking.

And do you know how they died?

According

to the press from natural causes.

They were murdered.

But perhaps there's a link between their cases and yours.

At least that's what our people in Washington and London think.

We don't know much about Kalinyav.

Only that he was killed in Vienna where he was attending a conference. But we do know that Wren had been receiving threatening letters for some time.

Those letters demanded that he give up his research on a new low cost fertilizer which

could quadruple the amount of food produced in the world up till now.

What you're saying is there must be someone who has an insane notion to hinder any science which benefits humanity.

A man

who halts anyone who fights to conquer misery,

famine, and death.

That's what we think, professor.

But why would one want to commit a crime which in the end would only work against oneself?

What was that?

We'll soon see.

Professor Freeman,

your death will teach the others to obey.

They killed my daughter, and they might even kill me, but I'll never give in to them. Never, Mike.

Professor,

what happened? Nothing. The wind broke the glass there. Where's Rashid?

Oh, Rashid. He said to excuse him, but he had to do something urgently.

Well, you both better go and get some sleep. I'll be alright, so don't worry yourselves about me. Well, good night then, professor. Good night.

Now tell me what you know of this Rashid.

Rashid?

Interesting fellow. He's fabulously wealthy, Middle East oil holdings and diamond mines. I met him before moving to Lebanon.

He strikes me as cultivated, having a first rate mind and a keen awareness of world problems.

Inspector Craig, please.

Ben Edward, what about him? He was engaged to my late daughter Jane, as you know. I'm sure he loved her. He's a quiet boy, a bit withdrawn, I'd say, and soft centered,

but he was devoted to her.

Greg, this is Mike Drum. Something's happened here. Nothing serious,

only a warning.

Oh, no. I don't believe that'll be necessary. I'll be staying here with a professor for the rest of the night

from the local police force.

Good idea. Good night.

And your secretary, Pamela Kohler.

Why, she's been working for me for over five years now.

I was quite put out with you during dinner, Edward.

Why, I thought you might at least have mentioned Jane and put on a show of your great loss.

Why? Well, you were engaged.

She didn't mean anything to me when she was living, only because

I want you.

But I've watched you in the way you look and stare at the Rashid whenever he's around. And I've also seen the way he looks at you. You're a fool, Edward.

Rashid means absolutely nothing to me. Will you forgive me?

I go out of my mind with jealousy, darling, when anyone looks at you.

What do they want? I don't know, but you better leave.

You there. You the stairs. Check the garden. You stay here.

We caught the man who was trying to climb over the wall. Bring him up here. He can't move. He broke his leg falling.

Can you come down and question him here?

Where is he? There.

Do you know this man? Of course. He tried to kill me. That is impossible. He is one of my men.

Call lieutenant Foard and also inspector Craig at the British embassy.

Alright. Take him away from here.

The method of those policemen was obvious.

They had to lure me away from the house.

That way the murderer had time to kill Freeman.

Perhaps,

but I'm still not convinced of it.

I knew both of them well.

Those two men had perfect records and had been on the force for years.

Maybe we're up against an organization which is so rich and powerful

that it's even able to buy off the police force.

Oh, no. Because I've thought of that. We've checked on them.

We didn't even find one discrepancy.

Yes, gentlemen. That's why I'm absolutely convinced those men were honest.

Unless they were motivated by something else besides money. What do you mean? Well, I'm sure that at least one of them behaved as if he was under the influence of a drug. Mister Drum.

Mister Edward would like to speak with you, sir. Where is he? In your room, sir. I'll be right there. Yes, sir.

Maybe you'd better bring him out here.

Right.

Uh-huh. I questioned Pamela and Edward. They acted strange.

I

think there's something going on there.

I had the impression they were lying.

And when I watched them during dinner, I had the feeling there was something between Pamela and Rashid,

and Edward was jealous. But Edward was engaged to Freeman's daughter. Ah, that means nothing.

I'm sure Jane's death didn't break him up much, and he's only interested in Pamela. Inspector,

lieutenant,

come here.

I think you must have made a mistake

because this is my room.

Maybe

it isn't a mistake. Haven't you ever found a girl in your room before?

Sure.

But there are only two reasons why a girl comes unannounced to a man's room.

The first is to borrow a cup of sugar. I prefer the second reason.

Alright. Now who sent you here?

Thank you. Did you see a colored girl in her red dress leave the hotel? Miss Francis. I'm not sure what her name is. Well, if she's the one, I haven't seen her leave.

Her key's gone. She's in 11:08.

Operator, please get me the British embassy.

Inspector Craig.

Where?

The casino. Thanks.

What

a streak of luck.

Well, it's all relative, my dear Pamela, because this money's merely a fraction of that which I make in an hour. Besides, it's a question of how one uses one's time. You must always make it pay.

Red again.

You're winning, it seems.

I've always found that anything that pays well and is exciting is a great tonic for my nerves. I suppose that's true as long as the stakes aren't too high. Don't you agree? Yes. I do.

I trust the police didn't trouble you. I understand they also questioned you at length, mister Drum.

Well, in a way,

but I wasn't able to give them much information.

Still, I can't understand why they questioned you.

You haven't anything to hide.

Well,

I have to go. Good luck.

Three whiskeys, one without ice.

Craig, I called you because I need your help. There's a dead man lying in my room.

Oh, and while you're out, look at Room 1108.

Why is that?

There's another one there.

Are you joking with me, Mike? I wish I were. Pretty sticky.

Well, what happened?

Usual story.

When I came in, I found a girl on the sofa, then her boyfriend showed up. But did you have to kill the girl too? Oh, the man only.

Well, I hope we can keep it quiet before it's too late. What? Too late for what?

At the embassy, there's a message for you. You're being called back.

They want you to leave for London on the first plane in the morning.

Oh, sure. While I'm gone, keep an eye on Pamela and Rashford, William.

What about Edward?

The autopsy report showed no suicide.

He was killed by a blow to the head and hung up as if he'd killed himself.

We're dealing with a professional.

He only needed a couple of minutes to murder Edward.

Well,

cheers.

Yes. Cheers.

Air Leban announces the immediate departure of its VC 10 flight one twelve for London.

Passengers kindly proceed to Gate Number 7.

Please have your boarding pass ready. Thank you.

I'm sorry, sir, but you are not allowed to leave the country.

Why not?

I would think you'd be the last one to ask me that. People who kill are hardly allowed to go free. I thought we went over all that.

Those two men in Freeman's Garden and that man at the Bedardine tried to murder me. What could I do, lieutenant Quad? I hadn't much choice. I wasn't referring to any of them, but to the man we found dead in your room this morning at the Hotel Phoenicia.

Not to mention a dead girl we found as well.

Alright, mister Drum. I'm afraid you're under arrest. Come with me.

Please.

Stop him.

Yes. Better inform Washington and Toronto that Drum is in London. In fact, he's coming in now. Tell them we'll keep in touch.

Your people are worried about you.

Sorry, sir, but I couldn't get a direct flight. Yes. I know.

Well, good show. Now sit down.

Have you read the papers yet? No. I have not done.

I imagine you've heard of the writer Roland Bergson.

Yes. Why, he's an economist, I believe.

He's getting the Nobel Prize. Well, I see you know of him. And do you also know that his life was threatened when he said he would go to Stockholm to be awarded the Peace Prize? The

aircraft he was booked on was blown up just a few minutes before he was to board it, and inside the wreckage they discovered pieces of a time bomb device.

We are now firmly convinced that all this is part of some diabolical plot.

Your government and mine believe there's a connection in all these killings, Mike. A mad sect perhaps that wants to destroy all humanity,

and they're starting by killing the best men as we both know.

Where's Bergson now? At his place near Bromley. I'd like you to run down there.

We tried to convince him to stay here in London so that we could avoid another nasty incident.

I want you to go there and take charge of our security for us. I don't want anybody to get a crack at him before tomorrow when Bergson will be leaving the country for Stockholm.

And I suppose you want me to accompany him. Naturally, Michael. There's a car waiting downstairs which will take you straight to Bergson's.

When am I going to get to go on vacation?

When you're too old to enjoy it anymore.

Perhaps then you'll be behind a desk like this and be boss. Professor Bergson,

my newspaper would like to have your opinion on how to best resolve the economic problems of the new emerging states in Africa.

The problem's a very complex one, you know. And in any case, one cannot apply a unilateral economic solution to all African countries.

Each country has its own peculiar problems. Some enjoy a more advanced industrial development than others. I should say, however, there is reason to suppose that in a relatively short period of time,

there could be fostered

in many of those new nations economies with a gross national product. Stop it. What?

Stop that, young man. What do you think you're doing? Are you mad?

Are you going to talk now?

Cyanide, sir.

Good killer in seconds.

That's right, sir. They're even ready to kill themselves.

Better make a blood analysis.

What's your diagnosis?

In my opinion, she's under a hypnotic drug.

Could you find an antidote for it? I'll do my best.

You'll have to. It's the only way she'll talk.

We examined the woman thoroughly and ran a complete blood analysis.

We found something odd in her circulatory system, the presence of a substance which is still quite unknown to us.

It may be perhaps related to the heroin drug, but that's merely a guess, I would say.

Her psychiatric examination also brought to light a very interesting fact.

This substance, which was found in her bloodstream,

produced a form of paralysis of the woman's willpower,

and the nerve centers in the subject's brain are motivated only by some outside mysterious source.

The woman appears to be normal,

but her willpower, you could say, is under the control of someone else.

Excuse me, gentlemen. I think we've found an antidote.

Everything is ready, mister Drum. Can you inject her right away? Whenever you say so. How effective will it be? It will stop the action of the drug, and she'll return to normal. I'll be right up.

By Brook. Hey. How goes it? Not bad. And Craig? In Beirut. He wants to know when you're coming back. Well, I hope I see him soon, but what are you doing here? I'm on leave at last. This bloody service never gives you any time off, you know. Sure.

So long.

Harris?

Harris?

You would never have left that woman alone.

It's incredible that two men of ours were killed right here in intelligence service headquarters.

Why, it's most embarrassing. We'll be the laughingstock of all England, of the whole world.

Well, it's now clear that we're confronted with an organization so powerful that it is even able to infiltrate our own service.

But who could it have been?

Probably a hired killer disguised as a doctor. We've checked everyone else.

But we haven't even a clue, a suspect, something that could help us to break up this murder organization.

Well, we do have something. What?

We found this on the girl.

The Hotel Plaza has the pleasure of inviting you to the opening of its contemporary art exhibition. Well, that's not much.

It must mean something.

It was too well hidden.

She didn't want us to find it.

Tuesday, twenty first, ten a. Plaza main post office in front of Fountain. Ask waiting taxi driver what is the fare to go to Leo's.

His answer, nothing.

Obviously, it must mean the fountain in front of the main post office in Madrid.

I guess so. I remember that before she interviewed Bergson,

that journalist was working on an assignment there.

Yes.

Perhaps we've got something here that's more important than we think.

Only watch out.

That girl's Spanish contact, I'm sure, is expecting a woman to get in touch. What will you do then? I don't think I can pass myself off as a girl.

What's the fare to go to Leo's?

Nothing, senor.

You are Leo?

Yes. Come in.

Up here.

Wait in here.

How long will the effect of the gas last? About six hours. We're gonna have to get into Beirut.

It's a pleasure to see you again.

Where am I? At Beirut. You're a guest in my house.

You must excuse this,

method of seating you, but it was for your safety as well as that of mine.

What are you getting at, Rashid?

I was just going to tell you that if you'll be good enough to listen.

I think I know what you want.

I would say you regard your fellow man as a humanist, which is a mistake.

I instead look upon mankind from a superior level.

Is there anything you'd like? Why,

yes. To get out of here. I appreciate your impatience,

but you won't have to wait very long. You will soon leave from here by yourself,

and you will be completely transformed,

Michael.

Now let's have a drink, my friend.

I recall this is the kind you like.

That was very thoughtful of you.

I hope you don't think I'm the sort of man to stoop to something as vulgar as poison.

I know that you're a man of courage,

and you have another quality which I've always admired,

intelligence.

You've suspected me from the beginning, haven't you?

Yeah.

I think you're crazy as well. All the ideas of the world's great men have been ridiculed and have received that comment.

Then why are you killing those men for working for the good of humanity?

Programs.

Completely a person's willpower.

Finally, I will be able with this new drug to rule the whole human race, you see. I will have thousands, millions of humans,

all obeying one will.

When you first take this drug,

you will begin to have marvelous hallucinations,

then fall into a sort of trance.

Then you become an automaton,

bending all of your willpower and intelligence to my will alone.

Oh, Rashid.

I shall have total power.

I can make a man lose his own personality.

Make him forget who he is.

He's a number. Yes. A machine.

Who obeys without question even my slightest command.

I don't understand how I figure. I think you understand very well. You must be aware of how useful it will be for me to have a secret agent who puts into action all of my principles.

And that is why I wanted you.

For in an hour, you shall have also joined the growing army

that serves in my cause.

Well, now, if it isn't Miss Blue Eyes, you do all this for the love of science, I guess.

I congratulate you on your good sense.

Any resistance on your part would have been useless, you know.

Now you will feel a sense of abandon, malaise as it were. It will pass in a few minutes, an hour at most. Then you will start a new life with us, and you will begin to look forward to your new future.

How do you feel?

Okay.

Just like to stretch my legs and get some fresh air.

That is why I've come here. Will you follow me?

For the time being, you shall relax and rest.

You will see it can be pleasant here with us.

In a coin of the cliff between Lowland and Highland,

at the sea down's edge between Windward and Lea,

walled round with rocks is an inland island.

The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses a steep square slope of the blossomless bed where weeds grew green from the graves of its roses

that now lie dead.

And the forsaken garden,

well, that's rather appropriate.

What's your name?

Michael. And yours? Grace.

Can I help you, Michael? Well, I'm afraid nobody could help me at the moment.

But maybe you could help me.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

My orders were to be nice to anyone who came through here.

Do many people come?

Up

till now,

you're the first one.

You know, I think I like it here.

I want Drum to enjoy his little moment of freedom

because very soon I'll send him on his first mission.

Yes.

Who else is better able to get close to Bergson

and kill him?

Who

are you? A friend. Do you feel alright?

No. Where are we?

Who are you?

Don't try and understand anything. Just tell me who you are and how you got here.

My name is

Grace.

Grace Holt.

I went to Manchester for work,

and I saw this ad.

But who are you? Please tell me. I can't yet.

All I can tell you is that we're both in great danger.

Now put your arms around me and pretend to kiss me,

and tell me everything you can remember.

Well, a man in Manchester

said there was work there.

He offered me a very good job. He said it had a great future, but I'd have to go to London.

But when I got there,

oh,

I was made to drink, and I woke up hit. You were drugged.

There's a madman here who wants to be master of the whole world.

I've given you an injection.

You're not drugged, but you must pretend to be, because I'm gonna try to help you to escape from here. You understand?

Yes, Michael. Yes.

I'll do whatever you say.

I'm sorry to break up this tender little meeting.

Rashid wants you.

You're quite fortunate, Michael.

You won't have to wait long like the others to perform a mission for the cause.

Your mind has been prepared for the joy of complete obedience.

From now on, you don't have to decide, judge,

assume any responsibility,

or fight with your conscience,

for you are now finally a man without a will of his own.

You must finish the last phase of your mission. Isn't that right, Carlo?

Yes.

He disobeyed one of my orders. However, he was happy to expiate his sin

for the joy of obedience.

Nelson to me,

I'm sending you on your first mission.

I want you to kill Bergson for me no matter where he may be hiding. Have you understood, Michael?

Yeah.

Fine. Wait a moment.

That man isn't drunk. He's just pretending.

Look at his eyes. Why, she's right.

Hurry. Sound the alarm.

Mike.

Oh, Brooke.

Am I glad to see you?

No.

They were hidden in the heel of his shoe. Here.

So these are the antidotes he had against the drug.

Faithful Brooke.

How stupid of me.

I should have guessed it was you.

You must have changed that magazine at the airport.

You killed Edward

and those poor girls.

Well, one of these days I promise you, you'll pay.

This time, there's not the slightest possibility of error.

Now, Michael, you will proceed with your mission of killing professor Bergson.

Yes.

You will kill Bergson.

And should you fail for any reason, don't hesitate.

You shall take this, Michael.

In this way, if you're caught, you won't endanger our great cause.

Have you understood?

Yes.

Very well. You may go.

Mike.

Mine.

Operator,

I must speak with the British consulate.

I must make a call to her agent London to assist him of Michael. Please hurry. It's most urgent. Is this the consulate?

There's someone locked inside. You better open it.

No.

No.

Let me go.

This is your captain speaking. We are now approaching the city of London.

Oh, poor chap.

No. I just cautioned him. He'll be alright, professor. You'll see. Hey, boys. Come here and take him to the infirmary right away.

I want to thank you, professor. You've

been a great help to our plan,

and you've shown great courage as well, sir. I should say you were the one who was courageous. It's not easy to hit one's friend on the head.

We'd still like you to work with us, professor. But of course, inspector. But I trust it won't be in such a violent manner. You see,

because of my age, I'm a bit off my form.

I

suppose you'd like to know what

we'll ask you to do next. Well, yes, frankly. I am somewhat curious.

For a few days,

we'd like you to stay inside your house,

dismiss your servants, don't see or talk to anyone.

My agents will answer the telephone.

We want the world to think that you've disappeared, professor Birx.

Well,

it seems I still hold some adventure for me. This

way, we hope to prevent anyone harming you, and also

bring to justice this monstrous organization.

Well, I'll be running along. I'll pop in tomorrow.

I trust I'll have more news.

And before I leave, I want to look into my poor friend Mike.

Well, good night, professor. Oh, and tell him that I'm not angry.

He did save my life one night.

To your future missions, Michael.

I'd like you to conduct them with the intelligence and bravado which you have just shown us.

I don't deserve any praise.

Killing Bergson was a cinch.

Now,

I want to show you something which is most interesting.

You know her, don't you, Michael?

She tried to cross us.

Pamela's surprised at trying to call someone outside on the telephone.

If she'd been able to complete that telephone call,

you, Michael, would be a dead man.

But fortunately, we were able to stop her in time.

I hope you'll make her pay for it. I am?

I'm according her a great honor.

She'll be the first to test an invention which I've been working on for fifteen years.

This special ray, when projected at its maximum intensity,

can burn the human body to a crisp.

But it's designed for another purpose,

to infuse my thoughts in another person's brain. For this machine will make it possible for me to transmit my thought waves to any person on this earth.

You realize its power.

I shall have my will burn in the minds of men and women in every part of the world, all of them obediently performing my every desire.

Yes. I shall be Prometheus unbound and with absolute power.

We can go.

In forty eight hours from now, the final fusion of her mind will take place.

Open up. I've gotta get the laboratory. Rashid's orders. Nobody told me.

Micah.

We better move in. Let's go.

Surrender, Michael. You haven't got a hope now.

Go.

Keep up your firing. I'll try and find Michael.

Sorry, Mike. It's a pity you're the one who knows my secret.

I guess I haven't any other choice but to kill you now.

We have to get out of here.

Great. Have you gotten rationed? Yes. No. But now we found you, I'm sure he won't get away.

I must thank you for that call of yours. I imagine it was you. We'd

better go.

You had better give up. We have you all surrounded.

If you don't put down your guns, we'll all be killed.

You have no choice.

Surrender while there's still time.

You are surrounded.

There is no escape.

Come on.

Woah.

Keep your eyes open. I don't want one to escape.

Hold him.

You there. Come on.

Well, I'm absolutely certain he's not in the house. Have you blocked all the frontiers and the airports? Certainly. He won't get away.

We're going to the hotel.

My driver will take you back. Thanks.

Driver, who said we were in such a hurry?

You drive then.

Rashid.

Out. I said out.

Where do you think you can go, Rashid? You haven't got a chance of escaping. Well, we'll see. You seem to be forgetting you're here. I'm pretty sure they won't risk killing one of their finest secret agents.

You're wrong. They'll get you at the border. Don't you worry about that.

There's a plane of mine waiting for us near here at one of my hideouts.

And watch out. At the first false move you make, I'll kill the girl.

Car seventeen, we hear you. Can you give us your position? Hold her.

It's Craig.

What happened down there, Mike? There's what's left of Rashid.

That was a good idea switching on your radio.

I was down with left hand Foard, and we came here as soon as possible. Only mister Drum managed it all without our help. Sure.

Michael

always seems to do better on his own.

Oh, I meant to tell you. A message came from Washington.

They're very pleased that they want you there as soon as possible.

From what I can make out,

you'll be assigned to a brand new mission in

Ohio. Ohio?

That's right.

Honey, do you know a quiet place where no one will find us for a few days?

There's

a hotel in the mountains.

It's on a lake surrounded by...

It'd be perfect for us, Michael. Well, what are we waiting for?

The catch is that it takes hours to reach it. It's way up in those mountains.

Go ahead. I think the world will get along for a few days without you.

What?

It seems we'll both have to wharf back.