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Roll the tape.

Tape rolling.

They're getting ready to pour.

Nothing.

They're no closer to finding the formula than they were five months ago.

Looks like they're packing it up for the night.

I wish they'd either discover that formula

or learn to go home at a decent hour.

Who's that?

That's the new janitor. The kid's name is Alan Akroy.

A student working his way through botany school or something like that.

Look at that.

Why, that kid!

He discovered the formula.

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There's been a fire at the Whitaker Building.

Yeah, well, I'm looking at the picture in the newspaper right now.

The details as to how the fire started are a little sketchy.

Yeah, well, that was intentional, Diana.

You see, it seems the Whitaker Building housed a lab

where an industrial group was developing a new explosive.

In the middle of a business district?

Yeah, that's right.

According to our sources,

this explosive was supposed to revolutionize the industry.

It was made up of very stable

easily packaged, easily handled chemicals

and only when it was combined with an equally stable catalyst

were they to become volatile.

Well, looks like somebody found the catalyst.

Just who's behind all this anyway?

Hopewell International must move, and move quickly.

The fire in the lab we were using means we've succeeded.

It means the product that will bring us billions is finally within our grasp.

No, Rodney, I've been assured

the explosion did not occur spontaneously.

Human hands were involved. The human brain.

Now, somebody has inadvertently learned the secret of the Explo formula.

Somebody whom we must find and will find

despite any and all interference by our enemies.

You get me BW on the phone.

Ah! Who are the enemies that warrant the use of such toxins?

There are two.

The I.A.D.C., and Rudolph Furst Enterprises.

You're absolutely certain that this Alan Akroy caused the fire?

He was in the room just before everything blew.

They didn't find any bodies. It looks like he got out.

It also looks like

whatever he accidentally did in that lab

is exactly what those three Hopewell scientists

have been trying to do for the past five months.

Yes, sir.

So, it appears that if we find Alan Akroy

and make him tell us exactly what he did in that lab

then we can throw away all of our surveillance equipment

and the Explo formula will be ours, free and clear.

Trouble is that Hopewell knows everything we know about Akroy.

And the I.A.D.C. would like nothing better

than to keep that Explo formula out of the free-enterprise system.

They've already deployed an agent.

Diana Prince.

No matter.

I trust you know how important it is

that we be the first to find this Alan Akroy.

Okay, you guys. There you go.

But I'm warning you right now,

it may be a long time before anybody does this again.

Old Uncle Alan got himself in some fix last night.

About ten million bucks' worth.

Oh, boy.

Cripes!

Holy cow!

Oh, geez! What a time to find out how far you can go on $6.78

and one lousy change of clothes.

Come on, open up.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Wonder if there's a law against breaking and exiting.

Good morning, Ira.

Good morning, Eve.

Regarding Alan Akroy,

have you tapped all of the computers in the Los Angeles area

that have the name Alan Akroy in their memory banks?

Affirmative.

The I.R.A.C. computer will now compile a profile

outlining the most likely behavior.

So we can predict his moves.

That is correct.

Ira, is there anything you can tell us now that will help us find him?

According to computerized records, he has yet to claim his laundry

at the Clean 'Em Up Company on Orchard Boulevard.

Great. If he's running, he'll probably need those clothes.

I'll get that information to Diana.

She should be landing in Los Angeles any minute now.

Anybody home?

Yeah?

Hi. Um, I have a friend who's got some laundry here.

And I was wondering if you could tell me if he's got it yet.

Maybe. Name?

Akroy. Alan Akroy.

Akroy.

The name's not in the book, but you can check out in back.

- Come on, I'll take you on a tour. - What, step into your parlor?

I bet you always wondered what happens to your clothes

once you surrender them at the door.

Well, actually, I've always been sort of a do-it-yourself er

when it comes to cleaning and laundry.

- Oh, really? - Really.

- Do you wear polyester? - No.

Well, if you did, this is what happens to polyester.

- Well, that's very interesting. - Yes.

And, uh, right here is where we dry-clean the acrylics.

You're not supposed to dry-clean acrylics.

Well, now. Whoever told you that?

Okay, now, wait a minute. What's going on?

It's Diana Prince from I.A.D.C. Go get her!

Diana, run!

All right. Why were you attacking Diana Prince?

- To get her out of the way. - You're after Alan Akroy, too?

- Yes. - Why? Who are you working for?

- Hopewell? - Furst.

Rudolph Furst Enterprises.

Rudolph Furst?

- Trevor. - Steve?

- Diana. How are you? - Well, I'm not sure.

Rudolph Furst just tried to take me to the cleaners.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Those industrialists play for keeps.

Hopewell and Furst.

You got it.

Furst is in this up to his corporate wallet.

Yeah. Now, there's a pair to draw to.

You better get over to Furst Enterprises.

I'm on my way, Steve.

What about Akroy?

Oh, I think he's in over his head.

Get a line on him?

- Running. - Any idea where?

So far, just running.

Stay with it.

Bye.

Psst.

Psst

- Hey, come on. Slow up, will you? - Alan?

Yeah...

Look, don't... Don't stop. Just keep running. Keep running.

Slow up a little bit. Listen.

I can't let anybody recognize me. I'm in big trouble here.

What's the matter? Did you just get done dumping somebody else?

Come on, this is serious.

I need help, bad.

Yeah, well, why don't you go ask Barbara?

Or Susan? Or Sally...

Come on, Megs, you're the only one I can trust.

No. No, what you mean is

I'm the only one you know you can sucker.

- What do you need this time? Money? - Hey, come on, slow down, will you?

I could use 50 bucks.

- Oh, Alan! - I have an explanation!

No, I don't wanna hear your explanations. They all begin with,

"You see, I've just met this girl."

- Meg! - I can't hear you!

Hey, listen. You know the Whitaker Building that burned down last night?

I did that. That's right, I did that.

You burned down a building?

Yeah. It was an accident.

Well, then turn yourself in.

Are you kidding? That building cost ten million bucks!

But if it wasn't your fault, then it is all right.

Meg, these insurance companies play for keeps, you know.

They'd like nothing better than to pin this on somebody.

Those guys catch up with me and I'm dead.

- Alan, this is ridiculous. - Meg!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Listen, Megs.

Honey, look, all I want is a little money so I can get out of town

until this whole thing blows over, that's all. That's all.

After buying this disguise, all I've got is $3.60. Come on.

Help me, honey. Please? Please?

It would be worth $50, Alan, just to get you out of my life

- once and for all. - Great. Oh, you're a doll.

But... But I can't get it until tomorrow.

Right. That's all right. Just keep running.

- Now, listen. - What?

They're probably gonna be watching you in hopes that I'll make contact.

Oh, Alan!

So when you get the money, this is what I want you to do, okay?

You go to the airport, there's an ash can underneath a poster

right next to the phone booth.

- Good morning, Ira. - Good morning.

How are you?

A value judgment. I am not capable of being anything but accurate.

I am in Washington, DC. What I am is a computer.

Why I am here is probably the reason you set me in motion.

I'm sorry I asked.

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