In Like Flint

Lisa, Paris is on the phone.

- About the hemline again? I'll take it.

- Mm-hmm.

Hello? Please, Paris.

It has been decided.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. That's correct.

- Lisa, how do you like this?

- It's very nice. Just fine.

- Put it through immediately.

- Thank you.

Lovely.

The color, the drama!

- It is fantastic!

- It's glorious!

Blast off.

Why not?

Come along, ladies.

Ladies. Ladies!

- Will you leave us, please? Thank you.

- Indicates a perfect orbit.

Right now we're waiting for

the computers to answer the question.

Then, we'll have an announcement

from one of the men responsible.

Yes, that's it.

We have an announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lloyd C. Cramden.

Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen,

we've done it.

The first manned space platform in

history is moving into a perfect orbit!

And this is only the beginning.

In the weeks to come,

other rockets containing

weather instruments,

cameras, mapping

and surveying equipment...

will join up with our platform...

making it the first scientific

laboratory in outer space.

- Think of it, ladies and gentlemen.

- We've done it. We've done it!

- Nobody can stop us now!

- Ladies, please!

This accomplishment will add immeasurably

to our scientific knowledge...

and will usher in a new era

of goodwill...

as the platform passes across

all national boundaries...

Oh, uh, excuse me, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, that's

the president calling Mr. Cramden.

I want to congratulate you on your part

in this magnificent achievement, Lloyd.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I must say, now that it's over,

I can use a little relaxation.

Right. Now you can relax. I was thinking

about a little round of g-o-I-f.

Very good. When do you suggest, sir?

- Tomorrow.

- Thank you, sir.

Uh-huh. Good enough. See you then.

Next week, same time, same station.

And now let's return to our

on-the-spot coverage... Uh, Colonel.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Colonel...

- Uh, Carter, Colonel Carter.

- Colonel Carter. Right.

You must be an old ball player, Colonel.

For a moment there, I thought you were

making signals like a third-base coach.

What? Oh, this.

Habit, I guess.

But this space shot does put us back

in the ball game, doesn't it?

- This is quite a day.

- "Does put us back in the ball game, doesn't it?"

Men.

But he's right about one thing:

This is quite a day.

- That is, Helena, if...

- Oh, forgive me, dear.

I must have my moment of drama.

I will bring him right in.

Please, sir. Come with me.

Now you will see the final

results of 37 operations.

Sit down here.

Now.

- Voila!

- My God!

He's, he's perfect!

You see? It is possible.

Yes, it can be done.

Ladies, I have done what I promised.

- The next step is up to you.

- He's wonderful.

Remarkable.

Now just sit tight up there.

Tomorrow we begin.

- Operation Duffer.

- Operation Duffer!

Duffer! Duffer!

Duffer!

Operation Duffer!

Duffer!

Watch me very carefully, Lloyd.

You've been trying to kill the ball.

Brute power is not the answer.

Golf and life itself have one thing

in common:
Success is based on timing.

- I'm only down three holes, sir.

- Well, that's all we've played.

Now, Lloyd, I'm going to give you

a little lesson on that swing of yours.

- You got your stopwatch?

- Oh, yes, sir.

All right now.

Watch me very carefully, and remember,

it's all in the timing.

- Start your watch.

- Hold it, Mr. President.

It's all right.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

Well, boys, it's the president.

My apologies, sir.

That's all right, sir. Hello, boys.

- Hi.

- How do you do?

Ask him for his autograph.

Gosh, Mr. President, if you'd

autograph your golf ball for me,

I'd put it right next

to my picture of Batman.

- Martin, comparing the president...

- Perfectly normal, sir.

When I was his age, the president

ran a poor second to Babe Ruth.

- Lloyd, let's have yours.

- Yes, sir.

- There you are, sonny. Come over here.

- Thank you, Mr. President.

And here is one for you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you very... Oh.

Here's one for you, Mr. President.

Thank you very much again.

- You're welcome.

- That was very kind of you, sir.

My pleasure, sir.

- Time me, Lloyd, with your stopwatch.

- Yes, sir.

- Lloyd?

- Huh?

- Did you get that?

- Yes, sir.

What was it?

Three... Three min...

Now, if this watch is right,

something else is terribly wrong.

- But you could be mistaken, sir.

- I wish I were, Avery,

but three minutes went by

that I can't account for.

Three minutes

in the life of the president.

It's not just irregular,

it's irrational.

Irrational.

Exactly like the problem, sir.

You're right, damn it.

Get me that book on dogs.

- On what, sir?

- Dogs. I'm gonna see Flint.

Uh-huh. All right.

All right. Thank you.

You're right. Our man's in the White House,

but Cramden has turned to Flint for help.

You see how predictable,

this childish masculine loyalty?

- The Flint file.

- It's quite a dossier.

- It's very impressive.

- Yes, yes. I know.

- Weaknesses?

- Yes. Three of them.

I'll leave for New York.

"Avoid tension.

"A dog can sense fear.

Show him you're his friend.

Offer him food. "

And, ladies, at Fabulous Face, we offer

completely individual beauty treatments.

For example, if you happen

to enjoy a full body massage, we can...

I'm sure it's very nice, Miss Norton,

but I don't think we really need

to leave town for a massage.

- And, besides,

I don't think we've got the time.

As soon as Derek gets back,

we leave for Rio.

Well, that's just perfect.

Our place Fabulous Face

is right in the islands,

just a short flight from Rio,

right on your way.

Please, say you'll come.

Derek can pick us up

on the way back from the desert.

- That's just marvelous.

- Great. I'll tell him.

- Oh, is he here?

- Why, yes.

Pardon me.

You're supposed to smile, sir.

Then he'll let go.

Oh.

You must be Mr. Cramden, right?

Uh, yes,

but I don't remember our meeting before.

No, we're new. All of us.

- All of you?

- Excuse us. We won't be long.

- This way, Mr. Cramden.

- Yes.

Derek is out at the pool.

He said to bring you along.

Thank you.

Simple. I'm hungry.

I'm hungry.

Oh, Mr. Cramden.

- Uh...

- May I get you a cup of coffee, a drink?

- A cigar... any one of his favorite cigars.

- Thank you.

- Huh?

- No, no, no. I gave them up. I had to, uh...

- Thank you, young lady.

- Thank you, darling.

- Isn't she lovely?

- And... Yeah.

By the way, w-what

happened to the old girls?

I mean, the other one.

- Oh, they're married.

- Ah, happily, I expect.

- Oh.

- Oh, naturally. Why wouldn't they be?

They certainly were well... Well, um...

- Prepared?

- Oh, naturally.

But, uh, tell me.

Didn't there used to be four?

Well, there were five at one time, sir,

but that got to be a little too much.

See, I'm trying to cut down.

Come on, Eric. You've had your lunch.

Now, sir, what's on your mind?

That, that fish out there. You don't...

No. Sir, a dolphin is a mammal.

Actually, a member

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