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(electronic jingle music)

(upbeat theme music)

(electronic whirring)

(mellow playful music)

(gentle music)

(engine turns and revs)

(gentle music)

(bomb ticking)

(gentle music)

- Come in, Cope.

Shut the door behind you.

- Is anything wrong?

- Why isn't the cargo aboard?

- It was supposed to be loaded last night.

We got all the perishable food stuff loaded.

There's still plenty of time to load the rest.

- Plenty of time.

We sail in 18 hours, man.

Get that stuff aboard.

- Yes, sir, George.

- And Cope, I don't want any slip up.

We're going for the Transatlantic record.

- First time out?

- First time out.

Well don't just stand there.

(dramatic music)

- [Cope] All right, speed it up.

I want all, these crates aboard as soon as possible.

(intense music)

- Is everything all right, Professor McClaine?

- Yes, Mr. Cope.

I've checked the over horizon radar,

it's in perfect order.

- We appreciate your expert advice, Professor.

What do you think of the hover liner, Joe?

- It's great.

Is she ready for a maiden voyage?

- She's ready.

First chance I get, Joe, I'll arrange

a short trip for you.

(intercom beeps)

- Yes?

- [Man On Intercom] Sir George?

- Speaking.

- [Man On Intercom] Just listen carefully, Sir George.

- Who is that?

- [Man On Intercom] I said, listen.

I want to warn you, Sir George.

I want to give you a sporting chance.

- Warn me?

Of what?

- [Man On Intercom] A bomb.

A bomb with an instant trigger detonator.

- A bomb?

On the hover liner?

Is this a practical joke?

- [Man On Intercom] It's no hoax.

You see, I made it.

- Who is this?

Who is this?

(alarm blares)

(police siren blares)

Yes, it's probably a hoax, but I want everyone

off that ship fast.

(police sirens blare)

- A bomb scare, Professor.

They're clearing the ship.

- Come and look, Mr. Cope.

There's something happening down there.

- They found it.

(bomb ticking)

- (Officer Clear the area, get everyone back.

(explosion)

(intense music)

- I think we ought to postpone the maiden voyage.

- No, this project was sponsored by the British

and the American governments.

Our job is to show the world an outstanding

example of international cooperation.

And that's exactly what we're going to do.

SS Friendship sails at first light tomorrow morning.

- If those crates had been aboard,

there wouldn't be a hover liner.

- But they weren't.

The ship isn't damaged and our security

coordinates been thrown around it.

Every person and every ounce of baggage

will be checked and double-checked

before it's allowed aboard.

- I think we should call in outside help.

- No, we'll handle this ourselves.

Nothing must go wrong.

Nothing will go wrong.

(mellow music)

(glass shatters)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- I think it's possible we're dealing with

something more than a simple-minded prank.

That was a very intricate bomb.

- You were right to tell us, Professor.

And the fact that a hundred VIPs from both countries

will be onboard means W.I.N. must get involved.

- Sir George Harris won't be pleased.

But personally I'm relieved to hear it.

- How will we handle it, Chief?

- Well, first of all, I'll get myself

on that trip to New York.

- Yeah, but what are my instructions?

- Start a full scale investigation.

Get down to the dockyard as soon as you can.

Play it by ear.

Take any action you think is necessary.

And fit a recording device to Harris' phone.

- Is there anything I can do, Mr. Weston?

- Not right now, Joe.

But I'd like you and the Professor to stay around.

(playful music)

Well, see ya in three days.

- [Joe] I hope everything goes well, Mr. Weston.

- We're here to make sure it does, Joe.

Goodbye, Professor.

- [Professor] Have a good trip.

- [Shane] You just made it, Sam.

- Just to wish you a bon voyage, Chief.

And tell ya that Sir George isn't that happy

about our involvement.

- We expected that.

Are the phones taken care of, Sam?

- Yes, Chief.

If Harris receives another threat,

we'll have a recording.

- Good.

Well, I think I'll get onboard.

Professor, you and Joe get back to the cottage

just in case anything breaks.

- Right, Mr. Weston.

- And I've got a meeting with Harris.

- I don't know who called W.I.N. in Mr. Loover,

but I resent the fact that they were.

- Well it's not secret that you've had trobule

on this project.

We're only here to help.

- All right, we've had our difficulties.

But I can assure you, if you're thinking

in terms of another bomb, forget it.

(intense music)

(clicking)

(dramatic music)

(engine whirring)

- I wish I was onboard with Mr. Weston, Dad.

- I expect you do, Joe.

(intense music)

- How fast can she go, Dad?

- Well, it's only taxiing now.

When they open her up she'll touch 60 knots.

- 60 knots, that's fantastic.

(intense music)

(mellow music)

(engine whirring)

- [Ship Hand] Taxiing completed, Captain.

Main acceleration position taken.

- Articulate countdown.

- [Ship Hand] Countdown stands at...

A minute and 16, 15.

- Refuel all starter motors.

(exhaust roaring)

With your permission, Mr. Weston,

I'll take my ship out to sea.

- You're in command, Captain.

I'm simply here in case of emergency.

- Then what's supposed to happen?

You take charge?

- That Captain depends on the type of emergency.

- I see.

- Permission unnecessary, Captain.

But granted.

(exhaust roaring)

- Prepare to open fuel dives.

Synchronize feed with countdown.

- [Ship Hand] Fuel injection synchronized.

Seven, six, five.

(exhaust roaring)

Two, one.

(exhaust blasts)

(intense music)

(gentle music)

- We've checked everything but still no lead

on the guy who made that phone call.

- Well, Friendship is safely out to sea by now.

- If there is a second bomb, wouldn't it

have to be onboard already?

- I can't say how it could've got there, Joe.

Everything was double checking into the hold.

(intercom beeping)

VIPs luggage included.

- [Man On Intercom] Mr. Loover.

- Ah, that could be the Chief calling.

Sam Loover here.

- [Man On Intercom] Message from W.I.N. HQ London.

Message reads: Second threat received

by Sir George Harris.

Message ends.

- Does that mean there's another bomb?

- It looks like it, Joe.

You better let Shane Weston know, Sam.

- Listen, Sam.

You've got a recording of the phone call.

Now I want you to use the voice apparatus

at the laboratory.

For that you'll need a voice print of everybody

who works at the shipyard, including anyone

who left recently.

Or was dismissed, right?

- Okay, Chief.

That might get us the caller, but it still leaves us

the problem of the bomb.

- [Shane] Sam, if there is a bomb onboard,

we need help.

We can only get it from the man who

made that phone call.

Get to work.

- All right, Chief, out.

Let's get to W.I.N. HQ.

(engine whirring)

- All right, Weston.

What do you propose?

- Turn the ship back.

- It's too late.

We're mid Atlantic.

- Evacuate all passengers.

- In normal service a hover liner's virtually

unsinkable, Weston.

There's no need for life rafts.

- Until you hit this sort of emergency.

- The call must have been a hoax.

Nobody could have smuggled a bomb past

the security checks.

- You're taking quite a risk, Captain.

- Listen, Weston.

There are times when a man has to take risks.

- Even if it involves other peoples lives?

- Certainly.

- You're right, Captain.

I guess this is one of them.

(intense music)

Turn this ship around.

(dramatic music)

I mean it.

(intense music)

- [Caller] Just another warning, Sir George.

To give you that sporting chance.

You have from now until 6:30 tomorrow morning.

- How does it work, Dad?

- Very simple.

A voice print is as individual as a fingerprint.

And difference cadences and rhythms form patterns

which are never repeated in other voices.

- You're feeding the voice, Joe, you're trying to

identify and check it against the voices

of the shipyard employees.

- [Threat Caller] Just another warning, Sir George.

To give you that sporting...

Just another warning, Sir George.

- And I think maybe we've turned something up.

- Here's your man, Mr. Loover.

- [Man On Tape] Personal document 7903E.

Recorded by Principal Officer Johnston Webb.

- Johnston Webb.

Webb, W, W.

- It didn't sound like the same man, Dad.

- He obviously tried to disguise his voice, Joe.

But it's just not possible to alter your voice print.

Ah, Webb, here's his card.

- What does it say?

- Everything fits.

He was dismissed from the company

for gross malpractice, channeling company money

into his own pocket.

- So he could be holding a grudge.

- What was his job, Dad?

- He worked in the propellant and thrust department.

- Propellant and thrust.

Aren't they just fancy names for explosives?

- Close enough, Sam.

- Okay, we'll find him, Mac.

You and Joe better get back to the cottage.

This could be a job for Joe 90.

- If you're wrong about that bomb, Weston.

- Captain, you just don't know how much

I'm hoping I am wrong.

(intense music)

(mellow music)

- I understand, Sam, out.

Come on, Joe.

Let's get down to the laboratory.

They found Johnston Webb.

- [Johnston On Tape] Just another warning,

Sir George.

To give you that sporting chance.

- Come off it, Loover, it doesn't even

sound like me.

- It doesn't have to sound like you.

(beeping)

Okay, Webb, why don't you admit it.

You made the calls.

- [Johnston] Try proving it in court.

(beeping)

(intense music)

- [Sam] Ever heard of something called a voice print?

- [Johnston] I don't know what you're talking about.

- [Sam] Don't you?

Where's that bomb, Webb?

- [Johnston] I've got nothing more to say.

- [Sam] You don't need to say anymore.

- I think you better go, Loover.

- Sure, Webb.

I think I've got all I came for.

But you won't be going anywhere.

The police are waiting outside.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat theme music)

- Well Joe, you now have the brain pattern

of Johnston Webb.

Is there a bomb onboard the Friendship?

- Yes.

- Where is it?

How was it smuggled aboard?

- It wasn't.

It was taken aboard quite openly.

Concealed in the presentation model

of SS Friendship.

(dramatic music)

(clicking)

- Get everyone below deck and keep them there.

- And how am I supposed to do that?

- Tell them it's a fire drill or something.

Just do it.

(engine roars)

- How do you plan to tackle the trigger

mechanism, Joe?

- It's a touch one, Sam.

There are two separate detonators.

- And how do you handle the second detonator?

- You can't.

- Are you serious, Joe?

- Absolutely.

The second detonator is set to explode

only 10 seconds after the primary detonator is defused.

- Can we radio Shane Weston to throw it overboard?

- No.

The moment that models moved from its mounting

it'll go up.

- Sounds quite a trigger device.

- That's only part of it.

(engine roars)

(intense music)

- There she is.

To starboard.

(engine whining)

- Not a soul on deck, Dad.

- Shane Weston's arranged for all the passengers

to be confined to their quarters during the operation.

He told them it was a routine fire drill.

- [Joe] Good.

Time check.

- 06:18 hours.

- Giving 12 minutes to impact time at 06:30.

I'll get into the harness.

(intense music)

- Come on, Joe.

(upbeat intense music)

Good work, Joe.

How long have we got?

- Eight minutes as of now.

And every seconds going to count.

Even knowing the combination, the instant

trigger device is not pushover.

(intense music)

- I apologize, Weston.

I was wrong.

- Don't worry about that now.

Just keep this ship steady.

(slow intense music)

(clicking)

- Stand by, Mac.

So far so good.

- All right, hurry Joe.

Be careful.

- That's what we're after.

The red and white tube.

- [Sam] The detonator?

- [Joe] The primary detonator.

The moment I remove that, we've got 10 seconds.

- Understood.

In any case the whole lots set to go off at 6:30.

Minus five minutes, Joe.

- Six, one, eight,

oh, five, nine.

- Joe, it must be time for your father

to do his bit.

- Take it easy, Sam.

Hello, Mac.

Ready for you in one minute 40.

- You're cutting it fine.

- No choice, Mac.

- Okay, Joe.

What do you expect?

Preparing approach now.

(intense music)

- Okay, ready to remove detonator.

Remember, this is a one-shot try, Mac.

No second chances.

- I know, Joe.

- Here it goes then.

(dramatic music)

(click)

(click)

All yours, Mac.

10 seconds.

Eight, seven.

(engine whirring)

Three, let go, Mac.

Jettison.

(explosion)

- Well, that's it, Chief.

- Yes, thanks to Joe.

- And Mac.

How's he doing, by the way?

- Oh, he's hovering about somewhere.

(chuckling)

Hovering, you get it?

(chuckling)

Hovering, you get it, you know--

- Ah yeah.

I read you, Chief.

- Hovering, you know, we're all in a hovercraft and--

- Ha ha, I do get it.

(laughing)

- Oh Mr. Weston.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat theme music)