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(exciting instrumental music)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Well Kurson, let's get down to details.

(speaker beeps)

Yes, what is it?

- [Man On Speaker] The three new patients

have arrived, Doctor.

- Get someone to show them around the clinic.

I'll see them later.

- [Man On Speaker] Yes, sir.

- Patients.

- Well, they do help to maintain our cover, sir.

- You're right.

I'll see them as soon as we're finished here.

All right, turn out the light.

(projector whirs)

This is the World Intelligence Network's

HQ in London.

Weston's office, third floor.

That's him, Shane Weston.

Telescopic lens, 300 feet.

Sam Loover, we think he's the contact.

- [Kurson] And who's that?

- We don't know his connection with W.I.N.

But Loover spends a lot of time at his cottage.

His name is McClaine.

- Just how much do we know, sir?

- Very little, that's why I'm assigning you

full-time to Project 90.

- All our efforts?

- Yes, and there's one thing we do know.

W.I.N.'s code name, File 90,

and it's something big.

We want to know who or what File 90 contains.

(machine whirring) (upbeat music)

(machine whirring)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Weston has left the office

and the window is open.

You can move in.

(engine rumbling)

- Stop here.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(gun fires)

- I want everything tidied up before I leave.

Send that cable right away.

No wait, you better try

to call Washington again first.

And see if you can rustle up a cup of coffee, will you?

- [Man] Yes, sir.

- Perfect.

They should find it in a day or so

but it may give us a lead.

I think we can say Project 90 is off to a good start.

(melodic instrumental music)

- Did he say anything else, Joe?

- No, Dad, just said he knew you

and kept asking questions.

- Harry Kennett?

I'm sure I never met anyone with that name.

What sort of questions did he ask you?

- [Joe] Oh, what kind of work you did, stuff like that.

- Mm, I see.

- He asked me if I knew Sam Loover.

- Did he?

And what did you say?

- I said course I did, then he went away.

Dad, I reckon he was some sort of spy.

- A spy?

Oh, I doubt it.

Um, if you see this Mr. Kennett again Joe,

tell me straight away.

- All right, Dad.

Can I go out in the garden now?

- Yes, yes all right.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Weston.

- Professor McClaine, sir.

Mr. Weston?

- Professor, how are you?

- I'm fine.

I think there's something you ought to know.

- [Shane] Well, go ahead Professor.

- Well, it's probably nothing but Joe was telling me

about a man who stopped him outside his school.

Said his name was Harry Kennett.

- [Shane] Harry Kennett?

- [Ian] Yes, he was asking a lot of questions.

- [Shane] I see.

What kind of questions?

- Apparently about me and my work.

He told Joe he knew me.

- [Shane] But you don't know him?

- [Ian] No, I'm certain of it.

- Well you were right to tell me.

With you know what at the cottage.

We'll check it out.

- I'd appreciate it.

- [Shane] Listen, Professor, Sam and I

are going to take a short vacation

but we'll call into the cottage

tomorrow morning to talk this over.

- [Ian] Right, see you then.

- Hm, when did this come through?

- About 3:30 this afternoon.

- Well he must have told his father

about our little chat as soon as he got home.

He couldn't be mixed up in this, could he?

- He can't be, he's just a child.

- Um, Weston and Loover are going to the cottage tomorrow.

Right, I want that cottage covered completely.

I want to be able to hear every word they say.

Use directional microphones all around the inside,

limpets on the windows

and the milk, how many pints do they take?

- According to Agent Six, two,

delivered at 7:00 a.m.

- Good, get a miniature transmitter

fitted to a couple of milk bottles and hire a boat.

We'll use that as the monitoring point.

- We don't want to stay too long at the cottage, Sam.

I'd like to make the midday ferry.

- Great idea of yours, Chief, to use a caravan.

- Yes, it wasn't bad, was it?

- [Sam] You think Mac'll let Joe come along?

- We'll check with him when we get to the cottage.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(birds squawking)

- Switch to three.

- Uh, Sam, Mr. Weston.

- Oh hi, Mac.

- Come in.

- [Shane] Thank you Professor.

- [Ian] I hear you're off to the continent

- [Shane] Uh yeah, oh just for a couple of days.

- Bring in four.

- Well Mac, we've checked on your man outside

the school but from what we can pick up

he seemed harmless enough.

Maybe you did know him once and forgot him.

- It's possible, I suppose.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

- [Shane] No Professor, you were right.

The BIGRAT must remain a secret between the original four.

- Big rat?

What does he mean?

- [Conrad] Quiet.

- Where's Joe? - In the kitchen.

- [Sam] I want to ask him something.

- They're moving into the kitchen.

Try six and seven.

- Hello Joe.

- Hello, Uncle Sam.

- How'd you like to come away for a few days

with Mr. Weston and me?

- [Joe] Can I really?

- [Sam] If your dad gives you the okay.

- I'll take everything we've got back

to the clinic tonight for analysis.

I think we're onto something.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Shane] Come on Joe, or we'll miss the boat.

Miss the boat uh, the ferry?

You get it Sam?

- [Sam] Yes Chief, I get it.

- [Joe] Goodbye Dad.

- [Shane] I'll take care of him, Mac.

- [Ian] Bye, Sam.

- Bye, Professor. - Bye, Mac.

- Bye-bye. - Bye, Dr. Weston.

- [Shane] Bye, bye.

- Shall I play it back again, sir?

- I think four times is enough.

Those Anglo-Saxon farewells begin to grate,

and how that Weston with his imbecilic puns

ever attained his position in World Intelligence

is beyond me.

However, the reference to the big rat is most interesting.

- Have we any idea what they were referring to?

- It's obviously the initial letters of something.

The computer has come up with a list of possibilities.

Bearing in mind Professor McClaine's electronic background

I take an educated guess at record and transfer

for the second half.

- Record and transfer.

But record and transfer what?

- That is what our next move will tell us.

(ominous music)

All right, go and wake him up.

(doorbell ringing)

- All right, all right, I'm coming.

(gun cocks)

- He's coming down.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Who is it?

- It's an emergency, open the door.

There's been an accident.

(door clicks)

Over here.

(gunshot fires)

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- That rifle of yours is most versatile, cousin.

Does it fire anything else apart from

listening devices and hypodermics?

- Just ordinary bullets.

- Well, I'm sure we won't be needing those.

- Oh.

Oh, where am I?

- Our friend is trying to speak.

Now the mono-syllabic but no doubt he will

tell us more when the effect of the drug wears off.

- Like the secret of the big rat.

- Yes, like the secret of the big rat.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(laughing)

- Ah, this is the life, Joe.

- Sure is, Uncle Sam.

- Come on, let's give it another try.

- Right, yeah.

♪ I love to go a-wandering ♪

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Ah, Professor.

How do you feel?

- Who are you, and what am I doing here?

- My name is Conrad Darota

and for the present you are a guest at my clinic.

- A guest?

I was brought here by force.

- My dear Professor.

- We want information and we will get it one way or another.

- My associate is so crude.

Let me clarify the position.

You were brought here as a patient.

That is why your unusual attire

was accepted by customs.

- Where's here?

- Doctor Darota's clinic in the Alps,

6,000 feet above sea level.

- Very invigorating.

There is only one way up and one way down, by cable car.

- And we control that.

- You are our patient as long as we choose.

(beeping)

- The detector.

(engine humming)

A plane of some kind.

- [Conrad] Don't panic.

It's only the mountain rescue unit from the valley.

- Interesting detection gear.

It's not radar.

- No, the interference from the mountains

would be too great.

It uses engine noise amplified thousands of times.

We can detect any aircraft approaching within 25 miles.

- Let's get on with it.

- My friend has a point.

The information we require concerns the big rat.

- The big rat?

- Yes Professor, don't tell us you never heard of it.

- Oh, you mean the BIGRAT.

Brain Impulse Galvanoscope Record And Transfer.

- A couple of more miles should do us, Sam.

- What do you think, Joe?

- That should just about be the right spot, Mr. Weston,

if the wind's in the right direction.

(engine rumbling)

- And that's about all there is to tell you about BIGRAT.

- You take brain patterns and transfer them

to your nine-year-old son who then carries out

dangerous assignments for W.I.N.?

Are you trying to insult our intelligence?

- Professor, we know Weston has a top secret file, File 90.

- Oh yes, the origin of Joe's code name, Joe 90.

- We have documents, photographs, tapes.

You'll be surprised to hear the cottage

and Weston's office were bugged.

We heard every word you said.

- Yes, of course.

You used miniature listening devices.

Let me see, J152s on the windows,

dart types in Weston's office

and over the cottage door, wasn't it?

And oh yes, a rather inferior Limpet 101 on the milk bottle.

Well don't take it like that.

The 101s weren't all that inferior.

- I don't understand.

He seems to know everything.

- Leave this to me.

You have attempted a very clever bluff, Professor.

But you forget one thing.

There is no possible escape from this clinic.

You are our prisoner.

- On the contrary, Doctor.

At this very moment my son Joe will no doubt

be on his way to rescue me.

(gentle instrumental music)

(air hissing)

- [Shane] Here he comes.

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(upbeat instrumental music)

(beeping)

- There's nothing.

No plane, no heli-jet.

- Did you check the cable car?

- Of course.

It's set at top and the winch is locked off.

No one can use it.

- Professor, you have been very foolish.

Why not tell us the truth?

- I have, Doctor.

You'll see.

My son Joe will be here in about eight minutes.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(humming)

- Look at him.

He knows help is on its way, he must do.

- Get hold of yourself, Kurson.

Don't you see what he's trying to do?

All right, Professor.

You are going to talk.

(engine rumbling)

- The Met boys were right about the wind direction, Sam.

It's taking me right to the clinic.

- Fine, Joe.

We'll arrange the reception committee for our two friends.

Out.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Kurson found this toy and installed it here.

I don't want to use painful methods Professor,

but unless you change your ridiculous story

and tell us about the BIGRAT

I will have no alternative.

- Right, I use the BIGRAT to give my son Joe brain pattern.

- Let me have him for five minutes, Doctor.

- Yes, Kurson, he's beginning to annoy me too.

Maybe your particular brand of physical violence

would be the answer.

Start the drill.

- Right.

(drill whirring)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- All right, Professor.

This is your last chance.

- I have nothing more to say.

(drill whirring)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(drill whirring)

- [Conrad] Tell us about the BIGRAT.

(footsteps clicking)

(glass clattering)

- Hold it right there, I'm coming in.

- It's a boy!

(dramatic instrumental music)

(gunshot fires)

(drill whirring)

(gunshots firing)

Let's get to the cable car.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Are you all right?

- Yes, yes I'm fine.

- I'm afraid they're getting away, as planned.

- Yes Joe, just like we planned.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Darota?

You are under arrest.

- I don't understand, mister?

- Weston, World Intelligence.

- Mr. Weston, what is the charge?

- Let's start with kidnapping.

- Kidnapping?

I presume you have evidence of some kind?

- We've got enough.

W.I.N. always have ways and means,

rather better than your own.

A miniature device was slipped in Kurson's passport

as he passed through customs last night.

- You stupid fool.

- This is the section I particularly appreciate.

- [Conrad On Recorder] I think four times is enough.

Those Anglo-Saxon farewells begin to grate.

And how that Weston with his imbecilic puns

ever attained his position at World Intelligence

is beyond me.

- Take them away, Sam.

Bunch of amateurs.

Bye, you two.

See you in about 30 years.

(upbeat instrumental music)

Are you sure this thing's safe?

- Of course it is, Mr. Weston.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- I think we're going up a bit fast here, Joe.

Joe!

Where are your glasses?

- I left them on the ground.

- You did what?

- Calm down, Mr. Weston.

One of my many accomplishments

is that I'm an expert balloonist.

Joe used my brain pattern, remember?

- We're a little high, Professor.

I mean, (chuckles), you do know what you're doing?

I mean it's a long way down, it's a long way down there.

How do you get out of this thing?

How do you put it in reverse?

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