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(dramatic music)

(triumphant music)

- [Man] The explosive's ready, sir.

- Right, detonate.

(explosion booming)

- Well, that's the last of the explosive, sir.

- Yeah.

I don't know how they expect us

to keep on schedule without explosive.

When's the next shipment due?

- There's another helijet on it's way, sir.

(helijet engine whining)

(dramatic music)

(explosion booming)

(restaurant patrons chattering and laughing)

- I think you'll find the contents

of the envelope satisfactory.

- I don't want any more of your money, Kopol.

You didn't tell me men would be killed.

Isn't there some other way?

- No, there is not.

If that tunnel is completed it will take less

than an hour to drive from one country to the other.

- And, of course, that wouldn't

suit your government's plans.

They'd become economically strong.

- [Kopol] That is why we have taken out a little insurance.

- Insurance?

- Yes, you, my friend.

You are in this up to your neck.

The army knows how to deal with a traitor and a saboteur.

- [Traitor] Alright, alright!

- Good.

The two governments are already stretching

their financial resources to the limit.

Soon, one will be forced to pull out,

And the Kuchanga Tunnel project will have to be canceled.

Let's drink to it.

(upbeat music)

(fanfare music)

- Well, professor, what's the verdict?

- There's no reason why two brain patterns

should not be given simultaneously,

but why try it out on a highly dangerous mission like this?

- We gave Joe the brain pattern of an explosive's expert,

and then immediately afterwards

the pattern of a top army driver.

Mac, I know you doubted if the second transfer

would be successful, but Joe has just proved that it was

by handling that truck like an expert.

- That tunnel could mean an economic lift

for millions of people.

If the project isn't going to be canceled,

we must get a supply of U-114 through to the tunnel.

With Joe's help, we'll ship it overland to Kuchanga.

- Over land?

I thought they were flying it in?

- The army were.

But each time they tried the helijet exploded on route.

It looks like sabotage.

- How do you feel about the mission, Joe?

- I'm ready, Dad.

- Great.

Well let's get down to details.

(upbeat music)

- I wish you wouldn't exaggerate, Johnson.

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

- I heard you in the mess shooting your mouth off.

- Oh, they know me.

They like me to exaggerate.

Makes a better story.

- Like the 126 pound tuna that

turned out to be a half pound mackerel?

- Eh, yes, well I suppose that was stretchin' it a bit.

- Watch it, here's the lieutenant.

- At ease, men.

Are those new transporters ready?

- Yes sir, they're ready to go.

- Good.

You're scheduled to leave in an hour

with 150 liters of U-114 liquid explosive

for the Kuchanga Tunnel.

They're flying in a specialist to take charge.

He'll be traveling with you in a third truck.

You will obey him at all times without question,

is that understood?

- Yes sir.

- Good.

One other thing.

Security told me only you two are allowed to meet him.

(lighthearted music)

- Oh, I don't wanna drive that stuff.

It makes nitro-glycerin look like bubble gum.

- You'll carry out orders, Johnson.

- And why did we drive a mile from the base

to meet this Colonel McClaine?

- You heard what the lieutenant said, security.

No one must see him except us.

- Yeah, but why?

That's what I don't understand.

- Here he comes now.

Button that jacket and stand up straight.

Remember, he's a colonel.

(fanfare music)

- I don't believe it.

Must be some kind of joke.

He's a boy, a five year old boy!

- He's more than five.

I'd say nearer 10.

- Oh, five, 10, what's the difference?

- Alright Johnson, leave this to me.

(lighthearted music)

- At ease, men.

I'm Colonel McClaine.

- Now listen, son, if this is some sort of prank--

- Keep quiet, both of you, or you'll earn DK-4.

- How does he know the charge code?

- Sergeant, this man is improperly dressed.

I ordered combat rig, why is he wearing shoes?

- Ah Sarge, this has gone far enough!

- Put him on a charge!

- Now listen, I think we ought to-

- Sergeant, I've studied your record, it's a good one.

13 years service, two tours of active duty in the Far East,

mentioned in dispatches.

You're a good soldier.

Don't blot your copy book, charge him.

I said, charge him!

- Sir!

Johnson.

- Ah Sarge, come on.

- Private Johnson!

You're improperly dressed, then.

You're on a charge!

And stand up straight!

- Thank you, Sergeant.

Now we've sorted ourselves out,

we'll get on with the mission.

Remember, each truck will be carrying 50 liters

of one of the most volatile explosives yet invented.

Excessive vibration or heat can detonate it.

What is the maximum safety temperature, Johnson?

- 85.

- Watch it, lad.

- 85 degrees, sir.

- 85.4, actually.

Carry on, Sergeant.

- Sir.

Alright, alright, let's be havin' ya.

Let's get on board.

Come along, come along, there.

(truck engines rumbling)

- Now remember, keep 50 yards between each truck.

If there is an accident, we don't want

to risk a multiple explosion.

- Yes sir.

(upbeat music)

- I told you never to ring me here.

- [Pierce] It's important, Kopol.

- Alright, what is it?

- World Intelligence have taken over here.

They're sending a load of explosive overland to the tunnel.

- [Kopol] In trucks?

- Yes, in trucks.

- [Kopol] You've got to stop them!

- Don't worry, Kopol, they've got to cross

200 miles of the worst country in the world.

They'll never get to the mountains.

- But if they do, you've fixed the containers?

- Yes, the U-114 will explode within minutes

if they take it above 5000 feet.

(upbeat music)

- Sergeant?

- [Sergeant] Yes sir?

- Close right up and tell Johnson to do the same.

The storm's getting worse, we don't want to lose each other.

- Yes sir.

Did you hear that, Johnson?

Close up.

- [Johnson] Yes sir.

- Sergeant!

- [Sergeant] What's wrong, Johnson?

- I thought I was...

I hit a rock.

- Take it easy, Johnson.

We'll be through the worst of it soon.

(uneasy music)

- What do you make of it, Sarge?

- Sergeant to you.

When we've got top brass around, anyway.

- Yeah, top brass.

He's a kid!

- Now listen, Johnson.

13 years has taught me one thing.

Do as you're told, quick and smart,

and you don't go far wrong.

And while I'm around, you'll do the same, got it?

- Yes Sergeant, but I think we're both crazy.

- Alright, move them out.

(truck engines rumbling)

When we reach the river, we'll be halfway there.

- Yeah, the easy half.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

- I hope he--

- You hope he makes it, for all our sakes.

(truck engine rumbling)

- He's stuck!

- No, he's gonna do it!

Get in that truck.

You're next.

Jump to it, lad!

- Joe 90 to base.

- [Sam] Loud and clear, Colonel.

- We're at the Lamoto River, Sam.

We'll be on the Kuchanga road by nightfall.

(thunder booming)

Keep up your speed, Johnson.

You're falling behind.

- Keep up your speed, Johnson.

He'll kill us all.

(dramatic music)

- Landslide, brake!

(tires squealing)

(groaning)

- Oh my God.

- You alright, Johnson?

- Yes, but, oh, that's it.

I've had enough.

This is far as I go.

- He's got a point, sir.

That road's completely blocked.

We'll never clear it.

- We'll try another way, Sergeant.

As soon as it's light.

(dramatic music)

- The cable's in position.

Come on up.

(truck engine rumbling)

- Steady, lad, steady.

- Alright, Johnson, attach the second cable.

The Sergeant's next.

- Right.

- Joe 90 to base.

- [Sam] How's it going, Joe?

- We're bypassing the landslide.

We'll be back on the road in an hour.

- Okay, now listen.

The lab boys have reported on that last helijet crash.

It was sabotage alright.

I'll send you the details as soon as I get them.

- Right, out.

- How's that cable, Johnson?

- It's ready.

- Alright, Sergeant, bring her up, and take it easy.

- Yes sir.

(truck engine rumbling)

(tree trunk crackling)

(tree trunk crackling)

- The tree, look!

- Get out of there, Sergeant!

- Sarge, jump!

- [Joe] Get clear, the cable's going!

- [Johnson] Sarge!

Sarge!

(dramatic music)

(explosion booming)

- Come on, Johnson, there's nothing we can do here.

- What are we going to do.

- Carry on with the mission.

- What?

Well you can count me out.

Hey, you're not going on alone.

Hey, come back here!

Alright, you're on your own, you crazy stupid...

Go ahead, kill yourself!

(dramatic music)

- Sam Loover to Joe 90, can you hear me Joe?

- [Joe] Yes, Sam.

- Now listen, Joe, we've made an arrest.

It was Lieutenant Pierce at the base.

He sabotaged the helijets.

He told us everything under interrogation.

Those U-114 containers have been fixed.

The pressure drop at an altitude

over 5000 feet will detonate them in minutes.

(dramatic music)

- I understand, Sam.

Out.

- I must be mad.

- We've got to get this truck down below 5000 feet.

Hold on.

(truck engine rumbling)

Well Johnson, there's still time

for you to change your mind again.

- Well Colonel, I've come this far.

I might as well see it through, sir.

- Good man.

(dramatic music)

- The vibration'll detonate it.

- The pressure will if we don't get down.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(bridge groaning)

- She's going, sir.

She's going!

- Hold on.

(bridge crashing)

(triumphant music)

We're safe now.

Well Johnson, it's straight ahead for Kuchanga.

This is where I leave you.

- Colonel McClaine, sir, I...

I dunno what to say.

- No need to say anything.

You're a good soldier, Johnson.

One thing.

- Sir?

- I wouldn't go telling the mess about all this.

They'll never believe you.

Carry on.

- Yes sir, Colonel McClaine.

(triumphant music)

- Joe 90 to base.

Mission accomplished, out.

(upbeat music)