In Like Flint Page #3

one of our top secret installations...

training center

for Special Forces Project K-14.

Lloyd, can you shed

any light at all on this?

- No, sir.

- And the woman in the hotel room?

Skid Row, sir. I'm sorry, Mr. Cramden.

Lloyd,

I know what a dedicated servant

you've been to me...

and to the country

we both love so dearly.

I'm sure you'll be vindicated

at your hearing.

Until then, you're under suspension.

However, you may continue to use your office

and the assistance of Lieutenant Avery.

- We'll try to keep this out of the newspapers.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

You can be sure

of one thing, though, Lloyd.

I'll never turn my back on you.

General Carter.

- Yes, sir.

- There's a couple of security issues we better discuss now.

Oh, yes, Mr. President. I've outlined

some of the major issues in this...

Sir, this is more important

than the missing three minutes.

- I'm certain Flint can help.

- Flint?

What a field day

he could have at my expense.

Oh.

She was ugly, sir.

Hmm?

Oh.

Well, you can forget about Flint.

He's going to be leaving very shortly.

Then we have no time to lose.

May I have your permission?

Well, fine.

Thank you, sir.

- Hey, Bill.

- Hi, Mr. Flint.

- Empty all the ash trays?

- No, I got you a new plane.

Ah, beautiful. Let's go.

So, damn it, Flint,

you know I'm no Don Juan.

Yes, I'm sure of that, sir.

The question is,

since raw animal passion is ruled out,

what was the woman's motive?

Raw animal... See here, Flint...

- It is ruled out, I assume.

- Yeah, well, yeah, no. Of course it's ruled out.

- You should have seen her without her makeup.

- I'm sure it was traumatic.

Yeah.

Now just take your time, sir.

Relax.

Breathe... deeply.

Now... try to remember.

You're in Luigi's.

What?

You're in Luigi's.

What happened?

She, uh, dropped her purse.

Yes?

And I, uh, tried to help her.

And then we, uh, introduced ourselves.

And she wanted a cigarette,

so I lit a couple of cigarettes, and...

Hmm?

Cigarettes. Matches.

- What about it?

- Paper, please.

Huh? Paper... please.

- Uh...

- Hold still one moment, sir.

- Yes.

- Huh?

Paper.

Hmm.

Hmm. Interesting. Singed, of course.

Singed?

There's some styrax, ylang,

mimosa, hyacinth and...

cannabis.

- Oh.

- There's a combination of rare oils,

exotic flowers, herbs

and Macedonian brawley...

combined with... the ash, of course.

- Ah.

- The residue. Euphoric acid.

- Euphoric acid.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- Centuries old,

discovered by the Assyrians

during the reign of Hammurabi.

- What is it?

- It's a psychic deinhibitor...

a tranquilizer which conversely

stimulates the libido...

while giving the feeling of euphoria.

Combined with alcohol,

it becomes a soporific.

It's obvious that someone's trying

to discredit you... to embarrass you.

First the missing three minutes,

and now this.

Yeah.

- But who?

- Someone in your own organization.

- Yeah, but why?

- That we'll have to find out.

How can I find out when my

own organization is off-limits to me?

- It's not off-limits to me, sir.

- Now, wait a minute.

We're talking about a top-security

complex. If you get caught...

I'll take care of it tonight, sir.

- Cooper?

- Yes, sir.

General Carter.

I believe we can expect

a visit from Mr. Flint tonight.

Okay.

I'll need your

identification papers, sir.

May I see those, please?

I'm sorry, sir.

This doesn't permit you in this area.

Eighty heartbeats per minute.

Must be Russian cosmonauts.

That's 80.

Let's pay our respects.

My deepest sympathy, sir.

Your friend Flint.

I'm sorry. The document disintegrator.

You killed him.

Mr. Cramden, I'm surprised at you.

He broke into a top-secret

security complex.

There was no choice.

He did it because I...

I'm sorry, but you know the rules, sir.

Flint.

He was obstinate.

A loner.

But the greatest.

What are you doing?

Sorry, sir.

Yes, sir?

Huh? Who's this? Flint!

Flint! Where are you?

Huh? Don't trust anyone.

I got it. I got it.

Flint, I gotta see you.

W- Where? Moscow?

Why Moscow?

Flint!

He hung up.

He's alive! He's going to Moscow!

Well, if he's alive, sir, who's this?

Oh, who cares?

I've gotta get the president.

Why didn't

you tell me this before?

I was afraid you'd have thought

I cracked up.

Who could explain

those missing three minutes?

And you felt that Flint

could help unravel the problem.

He seemed my last hope, sir.

And after he broke

into security last night,

he told you that we were infiltrated

with traitors?

Yes, sir.

Did he mention any names?

No, sir, but I believe him.

That's why I thought

you should know, sir.

I wanna thank you, Lloyd.

I want to confess

that I misjudged Flint.

- Where is he now?

- Uh, Moscow.

What's he doing in Moscow?

Derek, darling,

what are you doing in Moskova?

The usual thing, my love.

When can I see you?

Tonight.

Where?

The usual place.

- Derek, darling.

- Yes.

Your American music is so decadent.

- Yeah.

- Mmm, but it's so exciting.

Well, that's where it's at, honey.

Champagne.

Mmm, champagne. Pazhalsta.

A good year, huh?

I've been saving it

for your regular visit.

Mmm!

Tonight.

Derek, darling,

you haven't told me why you are here.

It has to do with a couple

of lady cosmonauts.

Lady cosmonauts?

Now, how would I know

about lady cosmonauts?

I read the cardiographs

from the space platform.

And, uh, what makes you think

these are women?

The male heart beats

72 times per minute.

The female, 80.

- And these were 80?

- Yes.

Derek,

you are right.

There are two missing.

This is important, Natasha.

Can you tell me about it?

I will tell you all I know.

Oh, Natasha...

Don't you move.

It's the same ingredients.

Of course. It was in the paper!

Agave Americana.

It's indigenous to the Virgin Islands.

Virgin Islands?

Virgin Islands.

Fabulous Face?

It's in the Virgin Islands, right?

The missing cosmonauts...

What is it, Natasha?

What are you into? What is it?

Derek, darling, I am not your enemy.

I am your friend. I can't tell you now

because it's too late.

- Well, tell me anyway.

- You will be very happy,

but first, darling,

you must make me happy.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

My apologies, comrade Natasha,

but the order comes

from the prime minister himself.

He wishes to see Mr. Flint.

At 4:
30 in the morning?

He couldn't sleep.

Your performance was so magnificent.

He wishes to confer upon you

the Nijinksy Medal.

Oh.

- Is this your coat?

- Yes.

Ivan, help Mr. Flint on with his coat.

Soon.

No, no!

Now! You too!

Hoo-hoo.

Hoo-hoo!

Hi, there!

Mr. President...

Melvin, listen!

If you haven't got

our two lady cosmonauts,

who has?

Melvin, I've got to find those girls.

Be reasonable.

They could be where?

Melvin, bite your tongue. They couldn't

live there three days. They hate rice.

Melvin.

Melvin, you give me the girls.

Melvin,

I will make a deal with you.

All right. You say

you haven't got the girls.

But just in case, we got Flint.

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