Missile X: The Neutron Bomb Incident

-We celebrate. Mm hmm. -Champagne?

Ringo. Champagne.

Am I invited to the party?

We just received word on negotiations

we've been involved in.

Obviously you got your way again.

Obviously.

Would you excuse us?

We have a few details to discuss.

After the champagne.

Nina.

Except for Edward, everything is exactly as you'd planned,

but doesn't it bother you that we caught

an American diplomat snooping around the warehouse?

It would have bothered me a great deal more

if we hadn't caught him.

Forget that one. He's just a minor official.

Besides, we'll soon know what he was doing here.

Do you think he heard about the

fifty million at Teheran Bank?

Stop speculating about Atwood.

He might have stopped at the warehouse

because he couldn't find the men's room!

Could have been hundred reasons, none having to do with us.

Oh, thank you, Ringo. Nina!

Business is over.

To one week from today.

What happens one week from today?

If you knew that, my dear,

you would know a bit too much.

Would that tongue-less hulk really kill for you?

He has.

And he will again.

The thought of a man without a tongue

makes me feel uncomfortable.

It's nice to know that something can bother you.

You never will. You can be sure of that.

Enough. Tell the skipper to get on the way.

He's a big boy now.

To me, he's un-expendable.

By day, or by night?

-Does it disturb you? -Nina: Not at all.

Well, it's been a long day.

I think I'm going to take a nap.

Coming?

Is he coming to the cabin with us?

Well, it's comforting to know

that his left arm is with me at all times.

But you won't tell me why.

I hope you never have occasion to find out.

Man, you're too much.

If you don't care about your face, Atwood,

think about my hand.

It's starting to hurt.

Now. Talk.

Okay.

Hey. He stays alive.

Maybe when the Baron gets through with him...

...he'll give him back to you.

Toni and I have some business,

we'll join you in the office.

Good evening, Dr. Nikolaeff.

How soon?

The only thing about unpredictables

is that they are predictable.

Every unpredictable delay has happened:

breakdowns, incompetence, in both men and machines.

You have seven days.

Precisely seven days to accomplish your work.

Nikolaeff: I am aware of it.

Well, this is good, ability of competence is better.

Someday it will be ready.

How soon could you complete your work

for the remote control guiding system,

if you had the prototype?

Forty-eight hours, perhaps less.

So I can have the assurance that your work

can be completed within 48 hours?

Well, the prototype shall arrive in less than eight hours.

I don't understand.

You don't have to.

Did the Baron say anything about me?

Arthur, you are paranoid.

Every time I see you, the same question.

"Did the Baron say anything about me?"

Are you really concerned with what the Baron says about you?

Yes. And how's that for a nice simple, direct answer?

Good evening, Baron.

Arthur, I reviewed last week's courses.

You're doing well.

Arthur: Thank you, Baron.

Mm-hmm. Not a bad house,

for this time of the night.

Well, I think I'll try my luck, Rex.

No markers, use your own money this time.

Atwood, the gentleman snooping in the warehouse,

I would like to talk to him.

Of course, Baron.

George?

It might be better if you were not here

while I chat with Atwood.

I understand.

You've been at the tables again, Arthur?

So far I count 18,000.

How much?

32.

You may leave.

I'm starting to worry about him.

You needn't concern yourself, you have all of my worries.

Not yours.

So, how it go?

Perfect. We'll deliver the Russian missile

to the Baron in about eight hours.

It's a beauty. It'll blow that peace conference

on Phoenix to hell and back.

Did the 50 million arrive?

Yeah, it's in the bank in Teheran.

Did you get anything out of Atwood?

No, he made a break for it.

I had to, uh, kill him.

Kill him?

You stupid moron!

You know the Baron's orders. No mistakes. Understand?

Hey, wait a minute.

I had to kill him.

What else could I do? he was getting away.

Listen to me. I had no choice.

Alec!

Masters wants to see you.

Something just came in.

Hi, Alec.

Can't it wait a couple hours?

Hello, Alec.

Thanks for the workout, Mike.

No question about it, Alec. It was Atwood.

His prints checked against those circulated

by Interpol a few days ago.

His pockets were clean, and the Iranian police

are satisfied that the motive was robbery.

Alec: Do you buy that?

Alec, we've got enough problems in the Middle East.

In case you need reminding, any time any one of us

clears the continental limits of the United States,

our only official capacity is "Embassy Liaison."

Is that clear?

Yes.

We don't know what business took Atwood

from his desk at Teheran to Abadan.

We had to assume it was private business.

Nothing else. Understood?

That the way you want it?

That's the way State wants it.

Ah.

Then it's settled.

You'll be booked on tonight's flight for Teheran.

You, of course, will be replacing Atwood.

The situation is very delicate.

Their Heads of State will be meeting

for peace talks in the Middle East,

and you are to do nothing, do you understand?

Nothing to disturb that.

Atwood's death was not connected, so

leave it alone.

And check in with the ambassador as soon as you get there.

How did Atwood get it?

Shot in the back of the head.

They found him floating in the gulf.

Doesn't say much, does he?

Only when it's important.

If I know Alec, you can be sure

he'll take an "unofficial" look.

-Mr. Franklin? -Yes.

Welcome to Teheran.

There's a Sergeant Jackson waiting for you

when you clear immigration.

-Thank you. -It's a pleasure.

Franklin?

Sergeant Jackson.

We're running a little bit late, sir.

If you'll give me your baggage I'll take it to Corporal,

and they can take care of you here.

Whoa, slow down a minute, son.

I'm sorry, sir, but your plane is ready to take off.

Well, you tell them to go right ahead.

Toni. The Baron was right.

I see. Hold on.

Baron?

Yes?

A U.S. Air Force lieutenant met someone

at the Teheran airport, but he went off alone.

Oh, so my information seems to be correct,

that they were replacing Atwood at the Embassy.

Well, let's be sure he's just that.

Have Ringo and George go to the shuttle service airport,

just in case.

There's only one more flight to Abadan tonight, 9:00.

And if he tries to board...

...time is too short to take chances.

Hello, George?

Yes, right, you got it.