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Good.
Is there a distress beacon or not? I can't tell, sir. It has a NATO
but it won't unscramble.
What's it coming from? I don't know, sir.
Sonar is malfunctioning. It was directly ahead on our product course.
Contact in ten minutes at cruise speed.
The computers are going crazy.
What's our status?
Damage reports?
Our computers are all corrupting, sir.
It started in the disc rambler.
Reactor's heating up, Skipper.
Go to manual and bypass computers.
We got a computer virus on board.
It's a blatant act of aggression.
A beacon's sole purpose was to infect our computer with a virus.
General quarters, condition zebra.
Don't neutralize the translators.
Welcome P0521.
Be right.
Ready?
Lock it up.
Fire on my mark.
Can we rely on weapon systems?
I'm not sure, sir. They could be corrupted, too.
We have to take a chance.
On my mark.
Fire!
I guess it takes a special breed of man to fly one of these babies.
Well, they're a special breed of aircraft.
Part flying machine, part computer.
The age of the microchip. Long step from the right, brothers.
Climb in.
Good morning, Jim.
The USS Concord was one of the newest submarines to join our Pacific fleet.
Two days ago, she was lost at sea, apparently the result of sophisticated
sabotage. The loss has been temporarily kept from the press.
Only three of her crew survived via their escape bells.
These survivors confirm that the Concord blew apart at the moment of a
retaliatory torpedo launch against a radio beacon similar to this.
The beacon was a fatal lure for the Concorde, and our information from black
market intelligence confirms its destructiveness comes from a computer
East -West arms negotiations canceled development of these weapons on both
three years ago.
Since almost all modern ships are controlled by computer, the
results of this technology could undermine the balance of power and
world peace.
Our intelligence agencies are convinced that the sinking was a ruthless
demonstration for this man, Etienne Renard, weapons procurer for an
state. Surveillance suggests he is negotiating to purchase the computer
wreak havoc on U .S. shipping in the Gulf.
The virus program must be discovered so that countermeasures can be developed.
Your mission, Jim.
should you decide to accept it is to obtain that virus program and put its
creators permanently out of the arms business.
As always, should you or any of your I .M. force be caught or killed, the
Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.
This disc will self -destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
handful of the computer virus transmitters would be enough to deny U
access to vast stretches of the world's oceans.
Now, we've been intercepting Mr. Bernard's telephone calls.
He's gotten top -secret Navy intelligence reports on the sinking of
Concorde. And we've also learned that he's booked a seat on board the
into Hong Kong two days from now. We think it's there where he will meet the
supplier of the computer virus.
Then that'll be our chance to identify the supplier.
And make some serious changes to his game plan.
Ready, Nicholas?
Mm -hmm.
All right, two old friends having a good time.
How do we recover this computer virus?
Well, a computer virus is man -made. A string of numbers.
Programs that attack computer software.
The danger they pose to humans isn't from the computer virus itself, but from
the computers they make cause to malfunction.
That's exactly what happened to the Concorde.
Then if we know the program, we can find the antidote. That's right.
All Renard's preparations point to the transaction taking place a short
from the hovercraft terminal, so timing will be critical.
We won't know who the supplier is until the moment Renard identifies him.
Yes, just for you, my dear. There you go.
You know, that stuff just cracks me up. I mean, laughing. The world laughs with
you. Isn't that what they say?
Bradley Dawson's the name. Novelies and gimmicks.
There you are, son.
This sticker is a ridiculous thing.
It won't come off.
That's for free. That's just on me.
Could be any of those people.
There's Renard.
Keep an eye on him.
See if he makes contact with anyone.
That's him in the blue suit.
All right, Nicholas.
Listen, one o 'clock.
This is one dangerous guy.
All right, Nicholas, we're patched in.
Head of Digital Warfare. Strong opponent of the East -West Accord on virus
weapons. Yes, I see him.
Contact lenses.
Now, they could be useful.
Oh, yes,
the delicate scent of tomcat.
Like a red rag to a bull.
This way.
And here.
Passport.
Captain.
You're so much a blink and you're a dead man.
My name is Osiri.
I'm Renan's backup in case anything went wrong.
You saw me get off the hovercraft?
That proves very little.
Well, if I'm not who I say I am, how come I knew how to recognize you,
Hey.
Explain that, Mr. Renard.
They have been set up. It's a trick.
Those are not my weapons.
How do I know you're who you say you are?
Perhaps this will convince you.
What about Renard?
Our embassy will have him out within 48 hours.
Well, this business is a lot more urgent, don't you think?
Grant,
how's it going?
So far, so good.
We think Nicholas has his man convinced.
Good, then it's time for you two to take Renard out of the play completely.
I want no interruptions. Codex Division, you've been after this man for some
time. You have nothing to hold me here.
His name is Raynard.
He acts as a decoy.
If you check this label, you'll see that it casts the silhouette of a gun and a
grenade. Cat scent impregnated in that label was more than enough to alert your
guard dogs.
So while you're interrogating this man... His accomplice moves through
undetected. I have never heard such a rubbish. It's all on the move, pal. He's
all nice.
That's what they all say. Look at our full report.
The bidding will be over within the hour.
I trust your government has given you plenty of bargaining power.
Of course.
Ready, pal?
Yep, got them.
They're heading south.
Joe?
John?
Hurry, I don't like to be late.
I'm sorry we're late. I thank the United States Navy for two things.
The sense of functionality and the many secrets she has shared with me.
This is Mr.
Ossiri.
We won't delay the proceedings with more formal introductions. As you know,
today you are bidding on the anti -shipping computer virus. It goes
saying how potent this weapon has been in recent times.
You have all received your shipments of contaminated beacons.
Each beacon is armed and ready to transmit the computer virus.
But, like fire, the virus is a great servant but a bad master.
I have given you these free of charge.
But use the beacons without this antidote formula in your ship's computer
systems and the virus will destroy those systems.
as well as your enemies.
But by purchasing the antidote,
the highest bidder may safely use the computer virus to its most
devastating effect.
If everyone's ready, shall we commence the bidding?
All right,
Max, we're on line. Are you set?
Roger.
television broadcast, further reports have reached us concerning the recent
tragic loss of the U .S. submarine Concorde. It is now believed there are
three survivors, one of whom is the man in charge, Commander O 'Neill.
Four million U .S. dollars.
4 .5.
Six million U .S. dollars.
6 .5 million.
Twelve million dollars.
Gentlemen, let's interrupt the bidding for a minute. There's an interesting
item on television that may stimulate your enthusiasm.
Twelve million dollars. I've made a bid.
And here is an urgent message just to hand.
Two chemical tankers have collided off the coast of Hong Kong, sending a lethal
gas cloud downwind.
Both ships' crews are presumed dead.
and tens of thousands of Hong Kong's coastal residents... That's here.
That's heading towards us.
Viewers in the affected area are urged to move inland immediately, and those
unable to move should close all windows and doors.
Let's do it. Good night, guys.
stage, there appears no plausible explanation to the apparently bizarre
coincidence.
Prevailing winds continue to carry gas clouds now, and estimates of the death
toll are growing. There is no information to hand as yet of a possible
to the poisonous vapor, but scientists offer little hope.
To those directly affected by the gas.
It's here. The gas is here.
Somebody must have deployed that virus without my permission.
Without this.
You idiots.
Who was it?
It can only have been one of you.
Get up.
The so -called mix -up at customs.
for some answers, Mr. Rosseri.
Shepard has destroyed the computer disk.
I couldn't stop him.
All right, Nicholas, we'll move to second stage. Proceed as planned.
Right.
You all right?
Yes, but the disk has been destroyed.
Let's get him out of here.
How'd you get here?
U .S. Navy chopper, sir.
Coming back in now.
Okay, sir.
We'll get you some dry gear.
Admiral.
Welcome aboard the Detroit.
Take the Admiral to signal.
You have to do something for me.
My lungs.
My lungs are on fire.
Just relax, Admiral.
Captain Cartwright was phoning especially.
He's head of toxicology at Whitman's Research.
Oxygen. Demand system. Just breathe in as you need it.
You're lucky to be alive. Death toll on the mainland is in the tens of
thousands. My eyes.
My eyes are burning.
Let me see.
Oh, no wonder you've got contact lenses.
They've trapped the irritants underneath.
Can you get them out?
Admiral Shepard seems to be having one of those days. Well, it's going to get a
lot worse.
Count the lenses.
It's time the Admiral had a new prescription.
I can control either or both lenses.
Make them more or less opaque.
You turned out the lights.
The crew of the Concorde.
Not too close, Admiral. There may be some residual radioactive contamination.
You contact lenses.
All cleaned up.
You said radioactive contamination?
The Concorde's reactor breached.
These were the survivors. Only our captain is hanging on.
The Concorde?
Commander O 'Neill?
Yes Gotcha seal exam. Oh, I've got something to show you
all that was left to the Concorde.
Fleet headquarters thinks a computer virus led to the explosion.
They want proof.
And you're the resident expert.
Then my rescue wasn't a coincidence.
I'm afraid not, sir. For the moment, we have another duty. We are approaching
from upwind to sink the burning tankers. Chinese strike aircraft and Soviet
bombers went in earlier, but all aircraft are reported missing.
I'm afraid there's more to this fire than meets the eye.
Distress calls were received from both tankers before the collision, and both
tankers talked about answering a distress beacon.
Stay well clear. You can't go near them.
We have to proceed as ordered, sir.
Ordered? By whom?
I was brought here as an expert. I'm telling you, put this ship about.
Admiral. Commander, put this ship about.
If you insist, sir.
But I will need you to confirm with operations headquarters.
Commander.
Object in the water.
Radar thinks it's an aircraft.
Sir.
Those must be the burning tackers.
On the port side, attach aircraft.
Prepare to launch inflatables.
Russian anti -sub helo from the Leningrad.
That's the third aircraft they've lost tonight.
Leningrad's a nuclear aircraft carrier, isn't she?
The survivor cleaned the tailspot. Is that the inflatable for the pilot of the
boy?
Under signal wrecks immediately.
The Russians have lost control of the Leningrad.
It's a computer virus.
No! Yes, yes!
Save yourselves!
Destroy my helicopter!
I picked up something.
It's sent to Leningrad.
Thank you.
I can't see.
I'm blind.
Welcome aboard, Commander O 'Neil.
Okay, we're right here. Your hand's on it now. Yep.
The Leningrad exploded. Your retinas were burned by the radiation.
I'm blind.
Line in your left eye, but the drop should help your right one. You should
partial vision.
Is the Russian pilot in here, Doctor?
She's dead.
What should I do with this, sir?
Speaking of transmitted, the virus in your ship is contaminated.
Capito target data, download.
You're right, Admiral.
Roll part at launch. Launch in 60 seconds.
No!
and went haywire a few seconds ago.
Idiot! This ship has got the virus!
Listen to him, Commander.
I'm a dead man, but you've got a choice.
Get these men to sickbay.
No! No!
Stop at 20.
Steady. No!
Docket bearing 120 degrees, range 2 ,000. No!
No! Wait, sir.
You'll be safe in here, sir.
General orders. Condition zebra.
I can't hold her level.
Trim ballot.
She's not responding, Skipper.
Reaction to maximum power.
Crew's orbit first, sir, but she's still losing revs. She's just not responding.
We're too heavy. At least get full of her, or she'll keep sinking.
She's only 600 feet.
Computer still won't respond.
I can help you. Get this flight animal off the bridge. I can see enough to help
you. 650 feet, sir. This ship is infected with a computer virus.
The transmitter came aboard with a Russian pilot. I've got the expertise.
I can neutralize this virus.
If you can do this, Adam, do it quickly.
Because if you don't, we're going to break up at 2 ,800 feet.
2 ,670 feet, sir!
2 ,690.
2 ,800 feet.
It's complete.
He's entered it into the system.
We're not through with Admiral Shepard yet.
All right!
The virus has been stopped!
Now get me out of here!
Stop us sinking!
2 ,820 feet.
The reactor's going up.
Abandon ship.
You're directed to the anti -skate belt.
They're the traitors, not me.
I gave it all to you on a platter.
You wanted an arms accord instead.
Sure, I'd take the Concorde.
I had to show I was right.
This should be a box office hit at Fleet Headquarters.
The virus cure and the confession.
Our job is done.
Commander?
Gene Shepard, we have a warrant for your arrest.
Let's get out of here.
This is the kind of place where you can catch a nasty virus.
Wednesday, Robert Guillaume goes out on a limb with the new secretary on The
Robert Guillaume Show.
Then Hayden makes the big decision about his relationship with Christine on
Coach. After student protesters, far -out entertainers, and wheelchair -bound
vets all contribute to a wild night out on the eve of Nurse McMurphy's return to
China Beach.
Now stay tuned for a man called Hawk.
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