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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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