A crossed phone call between the President of the U.S. and his Ambassador Bartlett reaches another Bartlett, Tom, a geologist, and the hot line turns out to be an oil line in the Middle East. Tom goes to Israel, his attache case is stolen, there are attempts to take his life, but then there's that lovely ethnic contradiction Raquel Rabinovitz who loves him for himself as well as some maps. . . . All of this is quite likable and the contretemps is timed for today or rather just short of an evening.