Mel Gibson has to demonstrate he is not made of wood, and gee it hurts. Meanwhile, Soekarno throws dwarf impostors from apartment blocks and chuckles in his rice wine. Back at the radio mic, of course glowing red because all tropical cities are kinda hot aren't they, Ourguy Hamilton fails to recognise the hasty scrawl of the CIA across Very Unusual Happenings. But he decides to flee anyway, thus ensuring an Airport Farewell Scene with Journeywoman Weaver who, snuffling promisingly in the soundman's hanky, decides she can make a career from being a non-plussed heroine. The End.
P.S. I was an extra selling rice cakes in Jalan Tebet, until Peter Where realised he was shooting this damn flick in the Philippines.