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(dramatic music)

(wind blows) (desolate music)

(rumbling)

(curious subterfuge music)

(machinery whirs)

(secretive, exotic music)

- So it is true.

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(dramatic, determined music)

(speaks in foreign language)

(sirens wail)

(upbeat mod music)

(machine powers down)

(desolate music)

(animals chirp)

(foliage crunching)

(running footsteps)

(speaks in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

(automatic rife fires)

(animals chirp)

(running footsteps)

(panting) (splashing footsteps)

(speaking in foreign language)

(splashing)

(speaks in foreign language)

- This is FEZ.

1200 hours, four-10.

Confirm complex is complete.

Will pass detailed description later.

Operation Tiger commences in 10 days.

Map references I-F-S,

one-zero-four,

eight-two-seven.

Out.

(crickets chirp)

- Did you send that report to HQ?

- Yes, sir, it went off this afternoon.

- Good.

(knocking)

I'll get it.

(knocking)

All right, all right.

What do you want?

- Take me to the Military Intelligence.

It's vital.

Vital!

_ You'd better come in.

(door closes)

- Who's in charge here?

- Calm down, sir.

Can I see your identification?

- [FEZ] I must see someone in authority!

I have positive--

(glass shatters) (grunts)

(dramatic music)

- [Sir] Get outside and see if you can see anything.

- [Soldier] Sir!

(dramatic percussive music)

- [Man] Professor, Joe,

I'd like you to listen to this.

- [FEZ] This is FEZ.

1200 hours, four-10.

Confirm complex is complete.

Will pass detailed description later.

Operation Tiger commences in 10 days.

Map references I-F-S,

one-zero-four,

eight-two-seven.

Out.

- What does it mean, Sam?

- FEZ was the code name

of one of our agents working in the far east,

number 26.

He was killed at the border.

And that scrap of information

together with our other intelligence reports

confirms our worst fears.

- Contrary to the disarmament agreement,

the Eastern Alliance have built

a secret rocket installation.

- For what purpose?

- A simple but effective one.

They intend to put a nuclear device into orbit

around the Earth in 10 days time

and hold the world a ransom.

- And that's what FEZ meant about Operation Tiger.

- That's right, Joe.

Operation Tiger.

- That rocket base must be destroyed.

(jet zooms)

(engines roar)

- Well, there it is, Mr. Loover.

The VG-104.

Our fastest, most heavily armed fighter bomber.

It has immense destructive power.

- It's going to need it.

General, here are a set of drawings.

They detail a series of modifications

to be carried out on the VG-104.

The work must have absolute priority.

- I understand, Mr. Loover.

We have our orders.

W.I.N. will have our complete cooperation.

Just one thing,

if you could tell me a little more about the operation,

I could decide on the pilot to be assigned to you.

- That won't be necessary, General.

- Mr. Loover, the BG-104

is the most complex aircraft flying today.

It takes an experienced pilot a year to master it.

You'll have to use one of our men.

- Don't worry, General.

W.I.N. will supply the pilot

with all the knowledge and experience required.

(curious music)

- I wish he'd hurry up.

- Yes, Joe.

He shouldn't be much longer.

(bird chirps) (curious, chiming music)

(car engine starts)

- Ahh, here he is now.

- Amazing what you see on the roads these days.

- Hold tight, Joe.

Blast, he didn't give a signal.

- Well, we were going to force him off the road, Dad.

- All right, Joe.

We'll take a shortcut and catch him up.

(upbeat mod music)

(tires screech)

- There he is, Dad!

Don't lose him this time.

- I won't, Joe.

It's a straight road with no turnoffs.

- Strange.

I thought they took the other road.

What's that madman trying to do?

- Hold on, Joe.

(tires screech)

- Madman!

Madman!

- He looks pretty angry, Dad.

Be careful.

- Only to be expected, Joe.

Bring the portable recorder.

- Right, Dad.

- What are you playing at?

There could have been a serious accident!

That heap of iron shouldn't be allowed on the road.

- My name's Professor McClaine,

and this is my son Joe.

- What were you trying to do?

I could have been killed.

- I knew a man with the steel nerve

and lightning reaction of a jet pilot

would handle the situation.

- Dad, this gentleman isn't--

he couldn't be Fearless Foley, could he?

- Oh, it's the papers, you know.

These ridiculous nicknames they give people.

That's not the point, you--

- I can only apologize most profusely.

And of course I will pay for any damage.

- Well,

I think that--

- Mr. Foley,

could I record your brain pattern?

Then I can fly a VG-104 just like you!

- Brain pattern?

I don't understand.

- It won't take a minute.

Please.

- They're obviously both unbalanced.

All right, all right.

- Thank you for obliging my son.

He works for World Intelligence. (chuckles)

You know. (chuckles)

- Really?

- That's it, sir.

Right there.

(casual, playful music)

(tense, secretive music)

(upbeat militaristic music)

- I know, General, I know we're asking a lot.

All right, if that's the best you can do.

Fine, General.

Goodbye.

Oh, hello, Mac.

Joe.

- Is something wrong, Uncle Sam?

- The VG-104 won't be ready 'til 24 hours

before that enemy rocket's due to blast off.

- That's cutting it pretty fine, Sam.

- There's worse.

Intelligence reports that they've moved

in ground-to-air missiles.

Their defenses were already formidable.

It's gonna be one of the most dangerous assignments

you've ever undertaken, Joe.

- I'll try not to let you down, Uncle Sam.

(exotic, foreboding music)

(light-hearted, tonal music)

(machine powers down)

(whirring)

(whirring)

- Well, Joe,

you now have the brain patterns

of the most experienced pilot of the VG-104

in the World Air Force.

And that of an expert

on the Eastern Alliance defense systems.

- Correct, Mac.

Right, let's get to that final briefing.

(worrisome music)

- All the modifications have been carried out, Mr. Loover.

Extra fuel tanks, special adapted seat and control,

more firepower all 'round,

right down to the tiger on the nose.

- [Sam] Thank you, General.

- Well, as soon as your pilot arrives, we can begin.

- He's here already.

- You mean yourself, Mr. Loover?

- No, I mean Joe.

- You can't be serious.

- I was never more serious in my life.

This mission requires specialized knowledge and experience.

No one man possesses it.

Take it from me, General.

Joe does.

- If I didn't have a written order

from the World President himself,

I'd call the whole mission off.

- But you have.

So let's begin.

- (sighs) All right.

If you will look at the map,

the BG-104 will fly on a direct route to here.

Although the aircraft has been fitted

with extra fuel tanks,

the added payload of bombs and rockets

will make it necessary to refuel.

- The usual method will be used, I presume.

- Uh, yes.

A jet tanker will rendezvous

at International Thick System two-zero-four-four.

You will then fly zero-seven-eight across the coast here.

As W.I.N. have insisted

on keeping the exact location of the rocket base a secret,

presumably, the rest of the route has been plotted

by members of your staff.

- It's all been taken care of.

- Very well.

We will use communications wave band one-five-two-four.

Your codename is Tiger.

- I've got all that, General.

You have made each point quite clear.

- Well, I don't pretend to even begin

to understand all this,

but a heavy responsibility rests

on your shoulders, young man.

The future of the world could well be in your hands.

Good luck.

(dramatic, optimistic music)

- This is Tiger to control.

Request clearance for takeoff.

- [Control] You are clear to proceed.

Use runway four.

(engines power up)

(engines power up)

(jet roars)

- Good luck, Joe.

- Be careful, son.

- Tiger to base.

Leveled off at 50,000.

On course.

Out.

- Well, thank you, General.

There's nothing more we can do here, Mac.

- You're right, Sam.

Let's get back to the cottage.

(upbeat militaristic music)

Well, he should be making

the refueling rendezvous about now.

- Yeah.

He won't switch to the Win waveband

until he crosses the enemy coast.

(upbeat militaristic music)

- Tiger to tanker.

I have visual contact.

Coming in for rendezvous.

- [Tanker] Understood.

Out.

- This is what I can't stand.

The waiting.

- We should hear from him soon, Mac.

He'll be over flying the coast any minute.

- And once he does that,

he's alone against the enemy.

- Thanks, boys.

Be seeing you.

- [Tanker] Good luck, Tiger.

- [Joe] Joe 90 to base.

- There he is.

- Loud and clear, Joe 90.

- I've just crossed the coastline.

We're flying at zero feet under the radar screen.

- You're right on schedule, Joe.

You should reach the rocket base

just as it's getting dark.

- I've got the picture, Sam.

Out.

(dramatic, foreboding music)

38 miles from target.

Commencing final attack.

- [Sam] Okay, Joe.

(jet roars)

(frantic, foreboding music)

- Eight miles.

Seven,

six--

three,

two,

one.

Now.

(explosion booms)

(speaks in foreign language)

(whirring)

(jet soars)

(whirs)

(guns fire)

You were right, Sam.

I think I've woken them up.

(guns fire)

(whirring)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(explosions boom)

(guns fire)

(speaks in foreign language)

(explosions boom)

(guns fire)

They've got tremendous firepower, Sam.

They're bound to hit me sooner or later.

- [Sam] Listen, Joe, you've got to get that rocket.

It's fueled ready for blastoff.

One direct hit should do it!

- Okay, Sam, I'm going in again.

(explosions boom)

(gun fires)

(explosions boom)

(guns fire)

(explosions boom)

(speaks in foreign language)

(guns fire)

(explosions boom)

Steady.

Steady, now.

(rockets fire)

(explosion booms)

(explosions boom)

(upbeat militaristic music)

Mission accomplished!

The base is totally destroyed.

- [Sam] Great work, Joe!

- Well done, Joe.

Are you all right?

- [Joe] Yes, I'm fine, Mac.

I'll be home for breakfast.

Out.

(triumphant music)

(light orchestrated music)

(upbeat orchestrated mod music)