O.S.S. 117: Mission to Tokyo

Go on! Faster!

They went that way.

TERROR IN TOKYO

Smith, what's going on?

I pick up Clark, I don't know why.

He's killed, I don't know who by.

- I'm not curious... - But you want to be briefed.

- Indeed. - It's your right.

Eight months ago, the State Department was contacted

by a mysterious organisation wishing to sell a new weapon,

something that couldn't be traced or destroyed.

The usual blackmail, all bluff.

Not quite. You'll see.

After some difficulties,

we had Clark hired in one of the organisation's secret laboratories.

Where I picked him up.

He couldn't tell us what he knew.

What price was this invention?

100 million dollars.

That's exactly what HQ thought.

If we refused, they threatened to blow up one of our bases.

When?

Last night at eight o'clock.

These pictures were recorded by the cameras at Base 124,

which was destroyed.

Yet all our bases received the alert instructions.

- This one too. - Of course.

Thanks to that, there were no victims.

There. Five seconds before the explosion.

Three seconds.

One second. This is all we picked up.

What's that?

The radars showed a silhouette identical to one of our F107 fighters.

The flight plans have been checked,

but no F107 aircraft were over the region on that day.

- Maybe it was a fake F107. - What?

Impossible. One second before the explosion,

the plane is small in the photo.

So it was a long way from the base.

None of its missiles could have reached the base in less than a second.

Exactly.

Excuse me, but let's suppose it is an F107,

a tiny little F107.

It would be near the base and small on the photo.

That's a tiny little secret agent's idea!

A tiny little secret agent's idea is better than none at all.

Rollston, our agent in Tokyo, has just sent us a report

in which he too mentions the hypothesis of miniature planes.

- My dear Hubert... - I get it.

You're sending me to Japan.

Yes. Here are your orders. A military flight is leaving right away.

Babcock, our CIA resident in Tokyo, is waiting for you

and will have you contact Rollston. Clear?

Very.

- Ralph Babcock, Tokyo CIA. - Charmed.

- Here are my orders. - Saki.

- Very honoured. - He knows the country well.

- When can I see Rollston? - It won't be possible.

We've had no news from him since yesterday morning.

That's a good start.

He said that if anything stopped him getting in contact,

we must protect a woman from the code section at the embassy, Eva Wilson.

Protect her?

He said it was of the greatest importance.

- I must see her quickly. - She's waiting in my office.

Go ahead, Mrs Wilson. We're listening.

Please...

I'd rather Rollston explained himself.

For lots of reasons, I'd rather you explained.

It's not pleasant to say... Especially in front of men.

Eva, please, it's very important. There's not a minute to lose.

Well, one evening, a few months ago,

I met an officer in Tokyo.

He was friendly and amusing.

We went to a cabaret, the Mikado.

We danced and...

And then?

I don't know what happened. I don't remember.

I remember waking up in a bedroom in a Tokyo suburb.

A room I'd never seen. It was morning and I was alone.

It's pretty incredible.

Carry on.

I never saw the officer again.

But a week later, I was visited by a Japanese man.

I'd seen him at the cabaret. He came to show me photos.

- Photos of me. - Yes. If I've got this right,

the photos taken with this officer in the hotel were...

How can I put it? Compromising.

Yes.

- Do you have the photos? - No.

It was blackmail. He threatened to send them to my husband.

- Your husband in Washington? - Yes.

If I didn't supply certain information.

Don't worry, your husband won't see those photos,

because you gave them the information.

- You knew? - Yes.

- Since when? - Since you started your story.

What kind of information was it?

- The radio codes of a base. - Which base?

- Base 124, obviously. - 124?

The one that was destroyed.

Yes.

Mrs Wilson, this is a matter for the courts.

We have to repatriate you forthwith. As a result, we'll...

We'll... let you go free.

Why?

My dear Babcock, you understand.

The Japanese man will try to contact poor Eva Wilson again

for more information.

It's our only chance to trace the network to the top.

Yes.

So don't be discouraged, Mrs Wilson. Be reassured.

Tomorrow your husband will be here, never to leave you.

- My husband? - He arrives tomorrow at 10am.

What husband?

Mr Wilson. We'll grant his wife extended leave

for a pleasant vacation in Tokyo.

In Tokyo? My husband?

Yes.

Arrival of KLM flight 228, from Washington.

Exit gate B.

Hello, Eva!

Eva!

You've got a nerve.

Always. That's why I'm a colonel.

- You should be a general. - You're not the first to say that.

- Hello, Eva. - Hello.

So glad to finally meet your husband.

Come for a drink on Wednesday.

We'll go, we don't want to intrude.

See you soon. Goodbye.

Hello. You know Eva's husband just got here?

Is this really necessary?

It's very pleasant.

I'd like a little more conviction.

- That's not your case, Colonel. - My name's John, don't forget.

The only reason I'm here is so that everyone you know in Tokyo

knows that your husband has arrived.

- Right. - "Right, John."

You take your role as husband very seriously.

Very.

Might I ask how far you intend to take this role?

When it comes to defending my country, I have no limits.

It's a very ancient custom.

These papers answer all the questions we may have.

What does mine say?

"Time favours an honest man's projects."

That's good.

And this one?

"You don't argue with the wind. So why argue with a woman?"

- What's wrong? - He's the blackmailer.

What does he want?

To meet me tonight at the Seng Su temple.

I expected this. You'll go.

- Alone? - No, I'll follow.

He'll spot you.

Have no fear, I'll be far off. You'll carry a mic.

Where will you hide it?

Here.

It's not a Cartier, but it's precious.

Latest-generation Japanese technology.

May I?

Where shall I put the battery?

Turn around, please.

That's perfect.

Are you cold? Pass me the wire.

Thank you.

You really think it'll be of any use?

- Pessimist. - I'm a realist.

He speaks Japanese, you won't understand.

You'll skim through a phrasebook...

Who says I'll be listening alone?

There!

Don't take this as a compliment,

but you really are made to wear a battery.

- Thank you. - Now let's test it.

Go on, speak.

I could tell you everything the man says without using a mic.

You're wary of me.

That's fine, then.

Always beware of women with a beauty spot on their hip.

Yes. Just there.

- There, I'm ready. - Let's go.

Are you scared?

Yes.

Do what I said and it'll be fine.

If you're in danger, call me immediately.

When you leave him, go straight home. Got that?

Yes.

If he's not there, I'll wait a few minutes, then go home.

Those are my orders, aren't they?

I'll tell you what I think of you now.

How brave you are, Colonel, having me take all the risks

to accomplish your mission.

Good evening.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

John Wilson.

How do you feel?

Fine. How about you?