Our Man in the Harem
A patrolmanís daughter is held captive in the Middle East.
The Sheik of Aramy
A more relaxed style, enabling Swackhamer to focus his attentions and energies on set-ups where he finds the camera angles that give him comfortable resources in which to couch his tale of Arab mischiefs and corporate corruption.
Notably, his odalisques are filmed with a rather long lens, or thrown in the background with a lack of focus.
The idea is that an American aircraft company in fierce competition with the French bribes an Arab buyer with girls for his harem (one a year from the also-rans at a beauty pageant). McCloud and a State Department agent ferret all this out, but the Arab has a ploy: claiming all these Americans are conspirators in a plot to oust his Sheik.
It will certainly be seen that this is admirably constructed as a reversible image of what is at stake in certain commitments and dealings, with a remote flavor of the Minotaur.
The suggestion is that American interests do not lie in supporting feudal interests along a corrupt line indicated by De Tocqueville as endemic to American business structures.
From another point of view, the exploitation of such a weakness is seen as futile because essentially provincial.
Anne Archer Wilhelmina Kirk
Story by Glen A. Larson, Lou Shaw
Directed by E.W. Swackhamer
WILHELMINA: (To Yates.) I learned a long time ago that getting a story from a man like you is like getting pregnant. (Pause.) Thereís just never an ideal time.
RAMAL: You Americans have taught the world what a wonderful thing free enterprise is.
McCLOUD: (At the computer.) You just watch this baby work. Do everythiní but feed you.
OFC. HOUSTACHEK: Cut the bull!
YATES: Bull? Thatís what America is all about. Iím asking you to invest in her.
WILHELMINA: Well, then you do think Iím lying.
McCLOUD: No, no, I just know that you ainít telliní the truth.
McCLOUD: Well, the more people you got beatiní the bushes for a stray, the more chances you got oí bringiní it in.
McCLOUD: You mean sucker, doncha?
McCLOUD: (Sizing up the American consul.) You just follow orders,
even if it means lying.
JESSUP: Yes... no.
McCLOUD: We want to keep this conversation nice Ďn friendly, donít we? Then you just hang in there with them yesses.
YATES: What are we going to do?
RAMAL: Throw in a catalyst. Change the look, smell, feel of things. Perhaps by a distraction we can save our skins.
SHEIK KIPAL: Conspiracy? I heard only of bribes
RAMAL: They are tentacles of the same body.
WILHELMINA: I guess weíre in trouble, huh?
RAMAL: Fortunately, you wonít have long to live with it.
ARAMIAN SOLDIER: Are you Chief Peter B. Clifford?
CHIEF CLIFFORD: Thatís right.
SOLDIER: Youíre under arrest.
CLIFFORD: For what?
SOLDIER: High treason against Sheik Kipal.
CLIFFORD: (Snorting.) I donít even know him! (He attempts to bully past and is subdued.)
RAMAL: But we have what we need to prove to the world what has gone on here today. The bodies are on the way here now.
SHEIK KIPAL: Are you... Sam McCloud?
McCLOUD: There ya go.