Our Man Flint Page #2

Gina?

Venison's almost ready to be hung.You'll take care of it?

Leslie.

- Call Freddie and postpone my fitting.- Till when?

- Wednesday will be all right.- Are you sure?

Of course.

- Your code book.- Ifyou don't mind, I'll use my own code.

- I'd rather you used this.- Mine's a mathematical progression.

- 40, 26, 36. It's based on...- I can imagine what it's based on.

Walther PPK with silencer.High velocity, extreme penetrating power.

Yes, it's a very fine weapon.

Tempered steel. Very effective at close range.

But I have no need for these. They're crude.

Dammit, these are the most...

Stopwatch, please.

When I nod, you start the stopwatch.

When I indicate "stop", stop.

This needle is dipped in curare.How long did it take?

Three tenths of a second.

Now,

this contains 65 weapons.

This has 82 different functions.83 ifyou wish to light a cigar.

Chemical analysis ofthat dart.

That's odd.

In addition to the poison,

there were traces of garlic,saffron and fennel on the feather.

- What proportions, sir?- Propor...? Here.

Marseilles. Bouillabaisse.

Huh?

Throughout the world in thepreparation of bouillabaisse,

the proportion of garlic to saffron and fennel

is two cloves of garlic to a pinchof saffron to a dash offennel.

Now, only in a certainsmall section of Marseilles

are these three condimentsprepared in these proportions.

Whoever handled that dart was inMarseilles within the last 24 hours.

Goodbye, sir.

Hold it, hold it.

- These are the men under your command.- I don't need anyone, sir.

- You said you'd join the team.- The team isn'tjoining me.

- Dammit, man, for once you'll follow orders!- This is my mission, sir. I work alone.

Your mission? The US Government isinvolved too, not to mention the world!

It's my show now.

You're under arrest, Flint!

I'm glad to see you kept up your karate, sir.These men wore Battle ofthe Bulge ribbons.

- There's no ribbon for the Battle ofthe Bulge.- Exactly. They're impostors.

Gridley? He's been with us... That's Gridley!

Sir, ifyou look around the eyes,you'll see some scars.

On the bridge ofthe nose. Plastic surgery.

You've cracked.All this high living - you've cracked.

In here! They're dead! ln here! They're dead!

- Gridley!- This one's gone.

- Excuse me, sir.- What are you doing? What are you doing!

We still might save him.

I've got a beat.

I, uh... I'll arrange for yourtransportation to Marseilles.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary, sir.I have my own jet.

Yourattention, please.PagingMrDerek Flint.

Yourplane is ready, sir.

You said nine o'clock, Mr Flint.

Yes.

Thank you.

Mmm. Yes.

Check, please.

Finest bouillabaisse in Marseilles, monsieur.

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