Jigen: So, this is how Uncle Sam keeps the world safe for democracy. Goemon: All military might is an illusion. Jigen: Well, those planes look pretty real to me. Gordon: Ten-shun! This is Special Presidential Adviser, Mr. Gissinger. [he presses a button, drawing down automated blinds] Goemon: What’s special about him? Jigen: Have you heard his accent? Apart from that, he masterminds the world’s number-one big bang show. [Gordon plays a taped recording of a conversation between the US President and the Secretary General] Secretary General: Mr. President. I want your assurance that the CIA is not responsible – I am being blackmailed. US President: Eh, how’s that, Mr. Secretary? Secretary General: I am to hand over all secret technical data on biochemistry, sitology and gene technology. If I refuse, my country will suffer a nuclear attack! US President: Hey, I’ve been threatened the same way. And to prove they’re serious, they’ve already destroyed several of our communication satellites. Secretary General: Well, it was not us, Mr. President. US President: I know that, Mr. Secretary. You couldn’t hit one of our satellites if you tried. Secretary General: Now, wait! Only… US President: Choke on your borscht. The important thing is – to find out who’s behind this. Mamo: I shall tell you. It is I, Mamo. [Gissinger stops the tape] Gissinger: I cannot reveal who the first voices we heard belong to, but it’s the third voice, which is obviously the blackmailer’s, that I am interested in. Who broke in on this secure hotline conversation? [he rewinds part of the tape, and continues playing] Mamo: I shall tell you. It is I, Mamo. The greatest intellect in the history of the world. Some call me a prophet; you may address me as God. Secretary General: God?! You must be insane! US President: Eh, if you’re God, I gotta tell you, your requests are pretty unoriginal, not to say, venial. Mamo: Request? I’m giving you and order! And if you care about mainstream, cherry pie and Dynasty as you always say, you’ll jump to it! [Gordon stops the tape] Jigen: Go on. Gissinger: No. You do not have security clearance A-14, without which the material is too sensitive to be communicated to you at this moment in time. Jigen: That’s tough. [lights a cigarette] But I don’t see… where the two of us come in. Gissinger: Mamo’s established positive links with the criminal named “Wolf”, an associate of yours. I need him. He will lead me to this imposter who pretends to be God! Jigen: Hey, I wish I could help you, only… Gordon: Grr... I’m not putting up with crap like that! We got information which says you and Wolf have been partners for years! [Jigen hands him Fujiko’s clue to Wolf’s whereabouts] So, what’s this? Jigen: That’s for you guys to work out. It was written by Wolf’s double-crossing girlfriend. Nothing else I can tell you. Gordon: Water’s all it says… Jigen: Boy, if you’re that on the ball, you’ll solve this case in no time! Gordon: [frustrated, he turns over the table, knocking Gissinger and Jigen backwards] Don’t mess me around! [grabs Jigen by his shirt] Listen! We got ways of making you talk. Jigen: C’mon, riff, shouldn’t that be his line? If this is democracy, I’ve had it. Gordon: Huh? Not yet. Jigen: I used to be a great Bogie fan, and Elvis, Dean and Marilyn… but now, I resign! Gordon: So, you really are anti-American…! Gissinger: Gordon! Restrain your quite mental outrage. [whispers to Gordon] Let’s use a more subtle psychological approach. [Gordon opens a door] We are convinced you are telling the truth and that you know nothing. We have therefore decided that we will let you go. Gordon: God bless America and democracy! [closes the door] Jigen: [straightening his jacket] This means I needn't give up Bogie!

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