Jigen: US Navy. They weren’t kiddin’. Goemon: Outrageous. They cannot do this to us. Jigen: You don’t read the newspapers very much, do ya? Gordon: Stand up… now! This man is the Special Assistant to the President! [he presses a button, drawing down automated blinds] I said, stand! Goemon: Yes, we heard you. Jigen: Look. You guys went to a lot of trouble to get us here. Now why don’t we just cut the crap, and get to the point. [Gordon plays a taped recording of a conversation between US President George W. Bush and the Soviet Premier] Gordon: [clears his throat] Yes, well… Soviet Premier: Mr. President, I must protest, in the strongest possible terms, the blackmailing of my administration by yours. US President: Mr. Premier, I’m afraid I don’t… Soviet Premier: Please, don’t insult us further. We’ve been threatened with nuclear attack if we don’t hand over all classified research in biochemistry, sitology and biogenetics. US President: Mr. Premier, we just lost two communications satellites after receiving similar demands, and frankly, the capability for such a strike… Soviet Premier: Mr. President, surely you’re not accusing us. US President: Mr. Premier, I don’t know what to think. Soviet Premier: What has your intelligence turned out? Mamo: Gentlemen, if I may interrupt… US President: Who’s that?! Mamo: My name is Mamo. [Stuckey stops the tape] Stuckey: Now… Jigen: Yeah? Stuckey: The identification of that third voice is a matter of the utmost importance. Not only to this administration, but to the entire world. Please, listen carefully now. [he rewinds part of the tape, and continues playing] Mamo: My name is Mamo. I am the living embodiment of intelligence. A prophet… a God to you. Soviet Premier: You’re a madman! US President: He’s a terrorist! Whoever he is, what kind of a God threatens humanity with universal apocalypse if he doesn’t get his way?! Mamo: I heard you weren’t much of a student in your school days, Mr. President… but apparently, even the Bible you thump so shamelessly is the Reader’s Digest edition. [Gordon stops the tape] Jigen: Is that it? Stuckey: The rest is classified. But, as you heard the President himself confirm, this terrorist, whoever he is, clearly has the capacity to carry out his deadly threats. Jigen: “Mamo”? [lights a cigarette] You just heard him. So what have you got on him, anyway? Stuckey: Very little, apart from the fact that your friend, Mr. Lupin, appears to have been running some errands for him lately. Which is where you come in. Tell us the location of Mamo’s operation! Jigen: Hey. How in the Hell should we know? Gordon: Well… I’d suggest you think very hard! We’re able to lock people up without a trial these days, you know! [Jigen hands him Fujiko’s clue to Lupin’s whereabouts] Hm? What the Hell is this?! Jigen: Here's all I’ve got for ya. Broad who’s been playing him dropped it from a plane. It’s her handwriting. Gordon: And what does this mean? Jigen: It means you’re not completely clueless anymore. Gordon: [frustrated, he turns over the table, knocking Stuckey and Jigen backwards] Mess with me… [grabs Jigen by his shirt] Aaannd… you’re messing with America! Jigen: Oh yeah? Is that so? And which America would that be, exactly?! Gordon: Huh? Which one? Jigen: Yeah. The beacon of freedom and democracy, or the bastion of… blind arrogance?! Gordon: You... Democrat...! Stuckey: Gordon. I believe him. [whispers to Gordon] I suggest we check our other leads. [Gordon opens a door] Your country thanks you for your cooperation, Mr. Jigen. We will be in touch if we require anything further. Gordon: You keep your nose clean in the meantime! [closes the door] Jigen: [straightening his jacket] Hm! Call me a Democrat, will ya?

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