All language subtitles for The Satan Bug - Horror 1965 English

The Satan Bug - Horror 1965 English

Thanks. I'll see ya. Yes, sir.

Hello, Mr. Reagan. Hello, Raskin.

I see you've got the duty again.

You've been back there
a week. It comes around.

Thanks.

Good night, Dr. Ostrer.

Good night, Reagan.

Oh, Reagan.

Reagan, I've gotta talk to you.

I've got a minute now.

No. But I want to see you
tomorrow morning.

I'll come by your house. 10:00?

Fine.

What's this? Laboratory
equipment replacements.

Well, what happened while I was gone?

Nothing, sir.

The Director?

Well, you know Dr. Baxter, he's still...

Introverted.

Yes, sir.

Who's left in E Lab?

There's six, Dr. Baxter, Hoffman,
Yang, and three technicians.

GUARD: Correct.

Gonna get these inside? Yes, sir.

Hello, Mr. Reagan. Hello, Mason.

Who's left in there?

Six, sir. Dr. Baxter, Dr. Hoffman,
Dr. Yang, and three technicians.

Dr. Hoffman.

Good evening, Reagan.

Is the Director in there? Yes.

Working late tonight?

No.

Well, how was it on the Potomac?

Not quiet.

I... I understand the man has
given us a new administrator,

Dr. Leonard Michaelson?

Who told you that?

Dr. Hoffman.

The cleaning woman told him.

Not funny.

Well, it's Friday.

Good night, Reagan. See you Monday.

Good night, Doctor.

Any trouble? No, sir.
Just some minor residuals.

There's a couple of crates
outside. Let's get 'em in.

Yes, sir. Raskin just called.

Good evening, Doctor.

Oh.

What is it, Reagan?

Working late?

No. But I'll be in tomorrow.

What time? 8:00.

I'll set the time lock for you.

Last time you locked
yourself out until Monday.

I know.

You've been away, haven't you?

Washington.

How worried are they?

Well, they're always worried
about the security of this place.

My job's like that.

What they're really worried about is that.

Yes, sir.

Did you, uh, reassure them?

No. I leave that to you.

Yes.

Sir, do you think...

Why don't you take this
Saturday and Sunday off, Doctor?

Do you good.

No time for that, Reagan.

No time.

Tired men make mistakes, Doctor.

God help us if a mistake's made here.

Goodnight, Doctor.

Good night, Mr. Reagan. Good night.

Good night, Mr. Reagan. Good night.

Good night, Mason.
Good night, Mr. Reagan.

Good night, Dr. Hoffman.

You are leaving, Doctor?

I'll be a few minutes.

Do you need me for anything?

No.

Good night, Hoffman.

(SIGHING)

Goodnight, Dr. Hoffman.
Goodnight, Mason.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Doctor.

(AIR LOCK WHIRRING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Mason speaking.

Is Doctor Williams in?

MASON: Dr. Williams is not in E Lab.

Good night, Dr. Baxter.

Two sixteen. That's administration.

You're welcome.

It's Mason. E Lab clear and closed.

Right.

Good night, Doctor Baxter.

Good night, Doctor.

Raskin.

Yes, sir.

Reagan. I'm going into E Lab.

The shoulder on
that back road's caved in.

We ought to take care
of that tomorrow. All right.

Might as well make a note of it in
the log for Mr. Reagan in the morning.

I'll tell him when he leaves.

He's still here? Mmm-hmm. E Lab.

What time did he go in there?

Mr. Reagan.

Mr. Reagan.

RASKIN ON PA: Hello, Mr. Reagan?

Hello, Mr. Reagan?

Get over there and
check that security door.

This is Lieutenant Raskin,
Duty Officer, Station Three.

Get me the Director, Dr. Baxter,
at home, or Mr. Tasserly. Right.

(BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

There's a phone call for you. What?

There's a phone call for you.

Thank you, very much.

Hello. Who?

Okay, put him on. Yes. Mr. Martin?

Well, I could, but I don't
particularly want to.

Yeah. All right. I hope it's as vital to me.

Mr. Martin? Yes.

Good evening.

Good of you to see me at
such a late hour, Mr. Barrett.

You didn't care for a
drink? Oh, no, thank you.

Do you live aboard
all the time, Mr. Barrett?

No, just some of the time.

I don't imagine your law practice
is too demanding these days.

Could be better.

Yet, you can afford this yacht.
Must be rather expensive.

What can I do for you, Mr. Martin?

We have a job for you.
We think you're the right man.

Oh? Why?

You have the background for it.

And in the past, you've been quite
outspoken on the immorality of war.

Everybody says he's against war.

Not ex-United States
Intelligence Officers.

Let's take a look at some of the record.

"Lee Barrett. 1950.
University student. Pre law."

"Then active service,
Korea and helicopters."

"Detached for special service.
Excellent war record."

"Citation. Superb lone operator
who has no master in cunning,"

"secrecy or violence."

"Promoted to captain.
Recommended for three decorations."

First discordant note. Last two refused.

You are quoted as saying that war

"had aged you so fast, you
were too old to play with toys."

Rather a whimsical statement,
Mr. Barrett.

You think so?

Why did you leave the service?

Poor prospects.

Discharged, 1952.

Allowed to resign commission
after altercation with a Major General.

Some people have flat feet.

I dislike taking orders
under certain circumstances.

Then you got your law degree. Passed
the bar examination, but didn't practice.

Joined a government agency.

Fired.

A stint with another one.
Fired for the usual reason.

You rate rather high on insubordination.

My record is easy to check,
Mr. Martin. Make your point.

A year ago you were appointed
Security Chief at Station Three.

How do you know about Station Three?

The most secret chemical warfare
establishment in this hemisphere.

Fired three months ago.

Reason? "Emotional rejection
of purpose of project."

"Council for World Peace."

"Henry Martin, Executive Secretary."

You heard of us?

Oh, yes.

MARTIN ON RADIO:
But you don't approve of us?

BARRETT: I don't like semi-secret
organizations, Mr. Martin.

Neither do I, Mr. Barrett.

But the Council is
a potent weapon for peace.

We're not communistic
or anti-communistic.

You just want a workable peace.

Like you, perhaps, Mr. Barrett.

You have been outspoken
on the foolishness of war.

That was removed from
Station Three a few hours ago.

It doesn't matter how at the moment.

Do you know what it is?

Botulinus?

No.

A vaccine against botulinus.

The contents of that flask can be
cultured to provide enough vaccine

to immunize any nation on Earth.

We want it delivered to this address.

Europe? Yes.

How does that help peace?

It neutralizes a terrible weapon.

If we both have it, well, neither
side can threaten the other with it.

Very dangerous assignment, Mr. Martin.

$10,000 should cover your expenses.

I'm afraid not.

Then you refuse?

No.

It'll cost you 20,000.
10,000 each way. Cash. Now.

You mind if I say something, Mr. Barrett?

Yes, I do.

Keep your speeches and
moralities for your council.

This is a business deal.

No wonder you were
thrown out of so many places.

Satisfied?

Yes.

Put your forearms on the table.

You have a strange way of
doing business, Mr. Barrett.

What is this? A holdup?

Put your forearms on the table.

First, vaccines are not
stored at Station Three.

So this has got to be
some kind of a virus.

Second, no one's supposed to
know anything about Station Three.

And third, I know quite a bit about
the World Peace Organization.

There's a fat, balding man who is
the secretary, name, Henry Martin.

I know him.

What do you intend to do?

Turn you over to the right people.

I know this isn't evidence,

but with your fingerprints on
the flask, and the money, it'll do.

MARTIN: I guess I underestimated you.

I guess you did. Now, stand up.

Turn around, put your hands on
the bulkhead and lean on them.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Cavanaugh? What the hell
are you doing here?

Now, don't get sore, Barrett.
I had to do this in a hurry,

and it's the only way I could handle it.

Handle what?

I had to check you for security and quick.

That character's one of
your agents? That's right.

And you planned this whole thing
just to see if I could be bought?

You could put it that way, I guess.

I didn't know what kind of
a security risk you'd become.

People change, you know.

You did have me worried on
that radio there for a moment.

Get out of here and get
your tail back to Washington.

Mr. Barrett, I'm Dr. Leonard Michaelson.

I know who you are. You, too. Get out.

Get your props and get off this boat.

Barrett, you know the way
our security agency works.

Mr. Barrett, I can understand
how you might interpret this

as a reflection on your loyalty... Sir.

Barrett, the General has asked
that we come to you.

He wants you in on this.

In on what?

Station Three was broken into
a few hours ago.

Reagan's been murdered
and Dr. Baxter has vanished.

Mr. Michaelson? Right.

I'm Pelton Tasserly, Deputy
Administrator here. Mr. Tasserly.

Lieutenant Raskin. Lieutenant Johnson.

Good morning. I'm
very sorry about this, sir.

No sooner take over and...
Yes, yes, Tasserly.

You know Mr. Cavanaugh? Yes, I do.

Mr. Barrett? Hello, Barrett.

Anything on Baxter?

Nothing. But the net's out. All points.

What steps have you taken?

None, really. I figured
you'd get here pretty fast.

So I've touched nothing,
talked to no one.

I did bring in all the security
people who were on duty last night.

Whom have you told
about this, Mr. Tasserly?

Well, no one, other than you people,

and our security men, of course.

And Doctor Hoffman. Why him?

Well, he was the last one out,
except for the Director.

He's waiting in E block now.

Let's take a look at Reagan.

Are you with us, Barrett?

I'll be there in a minute.

How do you see this, Johnson?

Well, Mr. Tasserly says, and Mason
swears that nobody got into E Lab.

But I don't think Reagan
committed suicide in there.

Neither do I. What's the
sentry dog doing over here?

He's got a lump on his head
that wasn't there yesterday.

But he was still on patrol
this morning? Mmm-hmm.

I think maybe he might've
been knocked cold for awhile.

Of course, being a dog, he couldn't tell
me about it. He just went back to work.

Yeah.

Has Raskin got men
going over the fence?

Every inch.

Right in that corner, sir.

Dr. Hoffman's terribly distraught.
Insists he must talk to you.

Immediately, in private.

Perhaps you should see him, sir.

Hmm.

Dr. Hoffman, this is Dr. Michaelson.

How was it done?

Blow on the head. No weapon.

Who set the time lock?

I don't know, sir. I suppose Dr. Baxter.

Another half an hour to go.

Is there any way
to work that combination

and go in before the time is up?

We've got to find out if
anything has happened in there.

No way on earth until
those red lights go off at 8:00.

You fool with that door before
that, well, you'd die quick.

It's booby trapped. A thousand
volt charge and lethal gas.

JOHNSON ON PA: Mr. Raskin. Yes?

We've found a break in the fence.

Don't touch it. We'll
be right there. Yes, sir.

CAVANAUGH: Raskin, have
your men move Reagan's body

to one of the side laboratories.

RASKIN: Yes, sir.

CAVANAUGH: Taped.

So that you can't even see
it unless you look closely.

Very careful job.

Raskin, open the other side.

Cut left to right.
A right-handed man, maybe.

Or a left-handed man who wants
us to think he's right-handed, maybe.

The alarm didn't go off. The wire
hasn't been touched anywhere.

Someone would really have to know
their way around this place

not to trip over this at night.

RASKIN: The thing I don't understand,

is how anybody can get past the dog.

I don't get that, either.

What do you think happened?

I don't know, sir.

BARRETT: What's his name? Rollo.

Can I handle him? He's
under sedation. Go ahead.

Easy, Rollo. Easy, boy. Easy, Rollo.

Easy. Easy.

(WHIMPERING)

There it is.

What do you make of that?

Those are cuts. How'd they get there?

CAVANAUGH: From the wire.

Right.

Raskin, you be Rollo.

Now, you tape up your arm,
stick it through, thus...

Okay, grab it.

You hang up Rollo on the
wires so he can't pull free

without tearing his throat out.

CAVANAUGH: He'd make a noise.
No. These dogs are trained not to bark.

No matter what. Right?
JOHNSON: Right.

Then you clobber him
with something heavy,

you tape up the wire and you're gone.

When Rollo comes to, he's got
the world's most massive headache.

But being a dog, he can't tell anybody

so he just goes back to work. Simple.

So that's how he got in.

BARRETT: No. That's
how he got out. Out?

Right. Look at the ends of
these wires where they're bent.

He took Rollo from the inside.

Mr. Barrett, a telegram for
you. It came to our office in town.

How come you get a telegram here?

Magic.

I'd certainly like to know what it says.

I'll bet you would.

Mr. Cavanaugh, it's 10 minutes to 8:00.

I know it is an outside possibility,

but it is a possibility and a horrible one.

And you cannot just kick it under
the rug. You have not the right...

CAVANAUGH: What is it?

We have a very difficult situation here.

Dr. Hoffman feels that E Lab
should be sealed in concrete.

Why?

Because he's afraid that
some chemicals in that vault

may have been broken or tampered with.

Even if they weren't, we
still cannot take the chance.

The possibilities are
too monstrous to gamble with.

What possibilities?

I think you better tell them, Doctor.

(SIGHING)

More than 40 bio-chemical weapons
have been developed at Station Three.

I will confine myself to two which
we have developed here in E Lab.

First, botulinus.

We have 1,200 grams in six flasks.

If 10 grams of it were
allowed to contaminate a city,

that city is a morgue in four hours.

It is an ideal weapon,
God forgive the phrase,

because it destroys only people.

And it oxidizes itself. In effect,
dies, disappears after eight hours.

Well, then, it's safe to go in there.

It's been over eight hours
since that vault door was closed.

And if all 1,200 grams of the
botulinus were spilled on the floor,

it would still be safe.

The closed air circulating system is still
in operation. So it would be oxidized.

That is correct. But there is
something else in there.

It is only three weeks since
Dr. Baxter refined it and only three days

since he communicated
its existence to anyone.

There's something beyond the botulinus?

Yes, the second weapon.

Also a virus, air borne.

But self-perpetuating. Indestructible.

Once released, it will multiply at
a power beyond our calculations.

It perhaps, will never die.

To this virus, we have given
a highly unscientific name,

but one which describes it perfectly.

The Satan Bug.

If I took the flask which contains
it and exposed it to the air,

everyone here would
be dead in a few seconds.

California would be a tomb
in a few hours.

In a week,

all life, and I mean all life,

would cease in the United States.

In two months, two months at the most,

the trapper in Alaska,
the peasant on the Yangtze,

the aborigine in Australia, dead.

All dead.

Because I crushed the flask and
exposed a green colored liquid to the air.

Nothing, nothing can stop
the Satan Bug.

What would be the last to go?

Perhaps a great albatross winging
it's way around the bottom of the world.

Perhaps an Eskimo deep in the Arctic.

But the seas travel the world
over and so do the winds.

One day, one day soon,
they, too, would die.

The Satan Bug is behind that door.

One flask. It has got to be
locked up. It has got to be.

I must make you understand.

If botulinus is spilled, as
Mr. Barrett here has just said,

then it does not matter.

But, by God, if someone did get in there,

and the Satan Bug is spilled, and
the vault door opened half an inch

and left open, then the
airlock room is lethal.

Open this door for more than
five seconds

and everything that I have
told you will happen, will happen.

I beg you, sir, seal up the
door. You cannot take the risk.

I agree. There's nothing else we can do.

We've no option.

We've no option, but to make
sure it's in there and untouched.

(SQUEAKING)

All right, you're all set.

Barrett, if that hamster does
die, you'll be contaminated.

You won't be able to come out of there.

I know.

Well, I trust your intentions,

but if there is
something wrong in there, I...

You wonder if I can
go through staying in there?

Yes. So do I.

Eric, do you have your gun?

If I come out of that vault
with this face mask down,

open that airlock door
just a crack and use it.

It's below atmospheric pressure in there,

so the outside air will rush in.

You'll have time. You'll be safe.

Lee, you know if I have to, I will use this.

I know.

(AIR LOCK WHIRRING)

(SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING)

There's no danger.

Baxter's in there. He's dead.

(SQUEAKING)

Botulinus.

There was a accident
last month, a technician.

Oh, no, it is all right.

There's just the odor now. It's oxidized.

What about
the Satan Bug, Dr. Hoffman?

Don't touch the handle,
Doctor. We need fingerprints.

It is gone.

And the botulinus.

All the flasks. Yes. They are all gone.

It can't be gone. It
can't be. It's impossible.

Baxter walked out last night.

He was checked out. He was!

BARRETT: Somebody else walked out.

Good morning. Good
morning. I'm Lee Barrett.

Oh, yes, Mr. Barrett. You're in suite 15.

I am? Yes, sir.

You're already registered.

I am? You certainly are.

Hello, Lee, darling.

Thank you, very much.

Don't mention it.

I thought you'd never get here.

I've read the newspaper three
times and had four cups of coffee.

Well, I hope you saved one for me.

I certainly did.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm using a new strategy, darling.

I thought you might like
the Mata Hari type.

But that telegram,
"The sooner the better."

Can you think of a better way
to get you here fast?

At least you could've signed it, damn it.

Hey, your language hasn't
improved a bit, by the way.

You need a wife's influence.

Ann, honey, what are you doing here?

Isn't this a beautiful part of the desert?

It's marvelous, almost a hideaway.

Where is he?

About 10 miles from here.

Well, who's the cover this time?

Me.

You?

You know, you're not very
bright this morning, Lee, darling

and you're certainly not a bit flattering.

You and I are spending
a quiet little weekend here.

Supposedly.

Oh.

What is it this time, Lee?

It's not good.

Why didn't you say so?

I know a darling place
out in the desert for lunch.

Green pepper burritos
and cold Mexican beer.

Ole.

Oh, hello, Ann, darling.
Good morning, Dad.

Good morning, sir.
Good to see you again.

Hello, Lee. It's good
to see you. Sit down.

Thank you. That's it
for romance today, Lee.

I'll get your breakfast. No, that can wait.

Sit down, Ann. There's no
reason why you shouldn't hear this.

It didn't take you long to
get here from Washington.

No. I'm a member of the Mach
two club now. A little over two hours.

No, Ann came ahead of me.
I was going to talk to Baxter.

We've just learned of the Satan Bug.

Baxter hadn't told you?

No, not until three days ago.
He was quite disturbed.

So were all of us. A difficult decision.

Didn't know what to do. Destroy it or not.

Is it gone? Yes, sir. And all the botulinus.

And I warned him.

You set a project like this in
motion, something has to blow.

You think Baxter took it?

No, I found him in the lab. He's dead.

Baxter's dead?

Somehow two men
got into E Lab yesterday.

They must've found Baxter
there alone, just before closing.

One of them threw the flask at
him and then shut the vault door,

then he walked out as Baxter.

As Baxter? There must've been

a reasonable resemblance,
and with Baxter's hat and coat,

everybody expected to see Baxter.

So they saw Baxter.

And?

The other man went through
the fence with the stuff.

Reagan must've stumbled
on them in the lab.

Does Cavanaugh have any ideas?

None. But he's all over the place

with fingerprint men and cameras.

He'll interrogate everything, everybody,
but he won't come up with anything

that will be of any value.

You agree that it was an inside job?

Certainly an inside assist,
but too smooth to be caught

by fingerprints and conversation.

Anyhow, sir, as you know,

the "how" is not important, it's
the "who" and the "why" that counts.

Yes.

Lee,

have they told you just
what this new virus will do?

Dr. Hoffman filled me in.

It's throwing that botulinus
that worries me.

That's the work of a lunatic.

There're three possibilities.

Foreign power, possible.

Criminals, hijackers, improbable.

It's the first and the third that bother me.

What's the third? Well,
you said it, a lunatic.

Well, psychotics don't generally
engage in team work like this.

Paranoids do, and they're
very brilliant, some of them.

What sort of paranoid?

The kind that we grow
the most of in this country.

A messiah.

What kind of messiah?

Take your pick.

Extreme right, extreme left.

From the "I'd rather be
Red than Dead" fanatics

to "Bomb Moscow right now" fanatics.

My choice, a messiah.

Let's say you're right. What next?

A telegram, a letter, or
something to the papers with,

"Mankind must abolish war,
or war will abolish mankind."

And they'll make demands
and end up with, "Obey or else."

Where were you at midnight last night?

I beg your pardon?

This was delivered
about 10 minutes ago.

"Mankind must abolish war,
or war will abolish mankind."

"I have what you're looking for."

"I order your Citadel
of the Antichrist destroyed."

"The President will publicly
announce immediate compliance."

"To prove that I am to be
obeyed, there will be an incident."

Unsigned.

They were carried in.
Routine delivery of crates.

Carried in!

Phony.

My God, Mr. Barrett,
we had no way of knowing.

We had no idea they'd do
anything like this. No idea at all. It's...

It's so simple it's ridiculous.

It's always the simple way that works.

Nothing? MAN: Nothing.

Only the fingerprints that belong here.

The crates were coded with
the right number, the right color.

And they were delivered
late Friday afternoon, at 5:35.

No reason for the technicians
to open them.

Exactly.

We're just to see that nothing gets out.

Nothing. Everything that
comes in stays...

Eric.

The General's here.
He got this this morning.

It was phoned in last night.

Pay phone, Los Angeles Airport.

My God.

How did they even know he was here?

Good question.

Well, there's only one thing to
do. Rip this whole place apart.

Get everybody in here. Everyone
else connected with this place.

Work them over. Meanwhile, we'll
keep the whole area completely sealed off.

I think, except for sealing off the area,

we should do the exact opposite.

What do you mean?

Everybody here, at E Lab,
knows exactly what happened.

Certainly whoever took the bugs know.

But nobody outside knows anything yet.

Keep it that way. Leave it wide open.

Why? So we don't force
anybody underground.

Eric, there's got to be at least an
inside assist from someone here

at Station Three.

Whoever it is, let's
keep them in the dark.

Let's hope they make a move,
and if they do, we'll know it.

It may be the break we're looking for.

Pretty dangerous, Lee.
Lot of ways to make a slip.

You know how long it'll take
to interrogate everybody.

Cross check stories, and run
down leads. We're under a time gun.

You cannot conduct this
like a normal investigation.

We've got to hope that somebody,
somehow, will lead us to the bugs.

Only the flasks are important,
nothing else.

What do we say about Baxter?

Tell them nothing.

What about this? It doesn't exist.

(SIGHING)

I'll give the word to Raskin.

CAVANAUGH: Raskin.

Anything, Mr. Barrett?

Mr. Cavanaugh will be in in a moment.

That was a very brave
thing you did, Mr. Barrett.

To go into that vault.

Maybe I knew there wasn't any
risk. How could you know that?

Well, certainly, whoever planned
this had accurate information.

Very accurate information.

Like me you mean? I'd
put me at the top of the list.

Why would you steal
the Satan Bug, Mr. Barrett?

Possession gives one limitless power.

Military power?

And political power and limitless wealth.

The Satan Bug could make one
god on earth, or the devil, if you please.

Isn't that enough to tempt anyone?

Dr. Hoffman, how long
will it take us to develop

a vaccine against the Satan Bug?

As a scientist, I cannot say never, but

Dr. Baxter was not getting
anywhere, none of us were.

Tasserly, institute a crash program.

Now. Yes, sir.

Sir, except for those present,

we're taking the official
position that nothing is missing.

There's been a murder, that's all.

We say nothing to anyone.

A murder? What about Dr. Baxter?

There's a dead body in there. It'll keep
till Monday. Dr. Baxter's just missing.

Meanwhile, of course, we'll
proceed with the investigation.

How? The usual way.

What are we supposed to do?

What do you propose, Mr. Tasserly?

I think I will stay here at Station
Three, if you do not object.

I'm very tired, and I do
not feel like going home.

TASSERLY: I'll go with you.

Somehow, I...

Well, I should like to be on call.

I will be in D Wing rest area.
Do not hesitate to awaken me.

Very well.

The General is here, Dr. Michaelson.

All of this is being transmitted
to Washington in detail.

All right. I'll be in
administration with Tasserly.

Station Three personnel?

Yes.

That telegram.

Could there have been a leak? I mean,
you don't think it was a phony, do you?

It could be a manoeuvrer.
The bugs are gone.

A lunatic with the killer of all times.

Gives me the creeps.

This whole operation
gives me the creeps.

How was Florida?

Okay. Quick trip.

No quicker than it was scheduled.

How'd you make out?

I made out fine.

Where's Ainsley?

I don't know.

When did he get here?

He didn't.

What do you mean, he didn't?

I mean he didn't get here.

And he didn't call.

Did you call him?

No, I didn't.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yeah, this is Dr. Ostrer's house.

Oh, I'm just the air conditioning
man. I'm fixing the unit.

Well, he just stepped out. He said
he'd be right back. Can I take a message?

To call who?

Ah, Ainsley? How do
you spell that? A-N-S...

A-I-N-S-L-E-Y.

Ah, that's right, Mr. Ainsley.
What number?

(PHONE CLICKS)

What the hell are you doing here?

Do you usually make a habit of
hanging around people's swimming pools?

I do when I see that.

Is that Ostrer?

Yeah. They wiped him out.

Could he have been the inside assist?

Could be.

Cavanaugh, please.

Cavanaugh, Barrett here.
I'm at Ostrer's. He's dead.

It's murder to me, but it
looks like it could be suicide.

He's floating at the bottom of the pool.

I'll fill you in on the details
later, but more important,

see if you can check a call that just
came in to this number a minute ago.

What does the name
Ainsley mean to you?

Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

Uh-huh. That's him. Millionaire crank.

Right at the top of the list of crackpots.

A place in New York,
Santa Barbara and another one,

I think, somewhere outside
of Phoenix. Nail him.

Don't touch him, but don't
let him out of your sight.

And don't let him know
he's being followed. Okay.

Now, honey, what are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

The incident?

Florida.

GENERAL: Well, it's happened, Lee.

Key West, Florida. About
an hour and a half ago.

We have helicopters in the area

making 16 millimeter films of
everything they can see from the air.

Meanwhile, the coast line is blocked off

and we're at the present time clearing
the ocean for 200 miles off shore.

How'd it happen?

Nobody seems to know, exactly.

One reports says
there was a small explosion.

Then everyone downwind started dying.

We've closed down all the news media,

but we won't be able to
keep it quiet for long.

What's the attitude in Washington?

I would describe it as controlled panic.

What do they expect you to do?

Find whoever it is. Deal with him.

Buy him off, kill him,
whatever's necessary.

But meanwhile?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes. Speaking.

Oh, are they clear?

That bad, huh?

When will the film be here?

Well, yes, he's here now. I'll tell him.

I'll get back to you as soon
as I've seen the film. Goodbye.

They have the film on Florida and they're
shipping a print out here right away.

Cavanaugh tells me that he and
his staff have drawn a complete blank.

They checked out everything
and everybody in Station Three,

except Hoffman.
I want you to get on Hoffman.

And push Cavanaugh on that Ainsley
lead. That's the only one we've got.

And we're not going to be able to
control this thing very much longer.

Yes, sir.

Oh, that film is going to arrive
at Station Three about 4:00.

Get it here as soon as it arrives.

Get me this number, will you, Ann?

Now, you left the
research centre in Zurich

after you accepted your
position here. Is that correct?

Yes. But as you know, I went on a
four-week motor tour before I reported.

Reported to Washington?

Yes. Well, actually, to the
United States Counsel at Naples

before I boarded the Da Vinci.

And that was in...

That was five months ago.
The exact date was...

Oh, I have it here.

You were out of touch while touring?

I had no set plans. I motored
through the Tyrol, across the Brenner,

Lake Lugano. Naturally, if I had
been needed here immediately...

It was a... It was kind of
therapeutic irresponsibility.

Lee, we just got the last word on Ainsley.

Looks like we're on target.

Excuse me.

Mr. Barrett.

Yes?

That bulletin over the radio
about the trouble in Florida, the...

It sounded as if...

We think it's the botulinus.

My God. Why, Mr. Barrett?

We don't know.

But for what purpose?

We're trying to find that out. Excuse me.

He's disappeared.

The Santa Barbara house and the
Phoenix place have been closed for months.

He was last seen in his New York place.

How long ago was that? Eight months.

We ran everybody who ever said
hello to him through the wringer.

His ex-housekeeper in New York

said that he told her
he was going on a world tour.

Somebody bought the tickets.
Travel agency must have a schedule.

She said Ainsley is not the
kind of man you ask questions of.

Well, what does he look like?
We have any pictures?

No.

There's no reason for
anybody to keep a file on him.

No pictures, newspaper
morgue, no personal stuff?

None. He's an eccentric. No
pictures, no relatives, no public life.

Visual description from all concerned.

Age, 50-something. Height,
medium. Hair, brown. Coloring, normal.

Distinguishing characteristics, none.

No other leads, nothing? No.

If anybody could beat any
haystacks any flatter than we have.

Lee, look. He's the only name that's
dropped into this from the outside.

And he's vanished
from the face of the earth.

Everything we know about him
fits the man that sent that telegram.

Lunatic fringe, crank,
rich, with resources.

Now, it's too much to be a coincidence.

(PHONE RINGING)

Barrett here.

Thank you. The film is here.

I thought something had happened
when I didn't hear from you.

What?

I see.

Everything's perfect here.

What?

Where?

Where?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, we can.

Well?

No doubt about it.

Williams here. Thank you.

Hello, sir. We're looking at the film now.

Michaelson said there's
no question about it.

Did they tell them everything?

No, sir, I'm sorry, I can't.

Not a thing.

I understand. Goodbye.

Well, they've had to
give the press everything.

Except the connection
with Station Three.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yes.

Who is this?

Who is this?

All right, I'm listening. Go ahead.

You have seen
what I have done in Florida.

You have ignored my order.

Continue, and you will sacrifice
hundreds of thousands of innocent lives.

Who is this?

Who is this?

My name is Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

Now listen, don't hang up.

I'll agree to meet you anywhere you say.

But you must realize
that we have to discuss...

(PHONE CLICKS)

CAVANAUGH: Operator! Operator!

A call just came through
on this phone, trace it.

Why not? This is vitally important.

Well, why is it impossible?

I see.

This number can be reached
by an area code number.

That call could have come
from any place in the country.

It would take a week
to track it down, if then.

AINSLEY ON TAPE: Don't interrupt.

GENERAL: All right,
I'm listening. Go ahead.

AINSLEY: You've seen
what I've done in Florida.

You have ignored my order.

Continue, and you will sacrifice
hundreds of thousands of innocent lives.

Los Angeles next.

Noon tomorrow!

GENERAL: Who is this?

Who is this?

My name is Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

GENERAL: Now listen, don't hang up.

I'll agree to meet you anywhere you say.

But you must realize
that we have to discuss...

CAVANAUGH: Operator! Operator!

A call just came through
on this number, trace it.

We have to get every man
in the country to find him.

We're already doing that, but
it's too late, he could be anywhere.

And he has those flasks.

Yes, I know that General, and
we can't evacuate Los Angeles.

We don't have time.

We'll have to try. Meanwhile, we
keep stalling and hope for a break.

Sir.

Don't you think we should capitulate?

Station Three will only be the beginning.

It's a bluff. It must be.
No one would do such a thing.

Are you prepared to take that chance?

Bring the tape recorder with you.

There's no point in continuing
this charade of hiding out here.

Lee, I'd like to have you check out...

What is it?

Why did he give his name?

It doesn't make any sense. It would
have been better to keep us guessing.

I don't agree. That's exactly
what a paranoid would do.

You heard that voice.
A monstrous ego working.

No, sir, there's something wrong.

GENERAL: What?

I can't put my finger on it,
I don't really know.

We'll be at Station Three.

I checked out the car for you, Lee.

He got a flat coming
down the canyon. Where?

It was picked up about a
half mile down the road.

A couple hundred feet above split rock.

You remember, we caught
some trout there.

You can still see the marks
on the shoulder.

See you.

What's the significance of the car, Lee?

Nothing, just checking,
you check everything.

Is that where the car got the flat?

Well, the car slipped off the jack.

Obviously, he tried to dig a
hole to get it back on and couldn't,

so he abandoned it.

Come on.

All right, sit down here, Ann.
Now follow me on this.

Everybody figures

that whoever took the bugs got out.

They're gone.

The inside assist, Ostrer, he's dead.

But let's suppose that there's
another man that's tied up in all this,

who's still here, who can't get out.

Why does he have to get out?
Why doesn't he just stay here?

Because he's got something vital.

Something that Ainsley's got to
have, and he's got to have in a hurry.

I don't understand.

Two men got into E Lab.

One got out as Baxter, he walked out.

The other one through
the fence with the bugs.

Let's say that they met this third man,

who took all the flasks, except two,

which he gave to them, and then
they took off, probably in Baxter's car.

One flask for Florida.
One for Los Angeles.

I've got that.

Now, let's say that this third man
takes off with the rest of the flasks.

But he's got one more thing
that he must do.

Knock off Ostrer,
who's a threat somehow.

Let's say he knocks off Ostrer,

comes down this road, free and clear.

And then the nightmare
of all criminals happens.

The senseless accident.

The flat. Right!

He tries to fix it, the car slips off the jack.

Now he's stuck. What would you do?

I'd hitch hike down the road.

But the bugs?

You couldn't take a chance
on taking them with you

and you wouldn't leave them in the car.

So, where would you put them
where they'd be safe?

Where you could get to
them when you were free to

and where they'd stay cool.

The water.

I'd hide them in the water.

That's what I think.

Lee!

Whose car was that?

Just stand.

Perfectly still.

Handle that gently.

Those misses were intentional.

Stand exactly where you are, Ann.

And that I presume was Doctor Baxter?

Just put the flask back in the box.

Sit down.

There's a phone call for you in
the administration, Mr. Cavanaugh.

Thank you.

Absolutely no sign of them.

We checked out Barrett's car.

No sign of violence there or anywhere.

Just some footprints down by the
bank of the stream. Nothing else.

Have you heard anything here?

No.

He hasn't been missing long.
He could be anywhere.

You know what he's like, sir.

I don't understand why Barrett is
so interested in Dr. Hoffman's car.

I don't either, sir.

The Highway Patrol officer said...

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?

MAN ON INTERCOM:
Mr. Cavanaugh? Johnson's on the line.

Put him on. JOHNSON: Hello?

Yes, Johnson.

No sign of them in any of the
places we've looked in town.

Keep looking. Yes, sir.

The officer said that Barrett just wanted
to know where the doctor had had the flat.

Well, so what? We knew
about it. You had a flat last night.

You started to hitch hike, they picked you
up outside of town and brought you here.

I was very lucky.

That road is lonely at night, but
I was picked up in the canyon.

Not outside of town.

Yes.

Barrett is liable to call us
anytime from anywhere.

I think it means nothing.

I've pulled all the roadblocks.

You want me to put
them back, just in case?

GENERAL: No point in that.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

GENERAL: Yes?

MAN ON INTERCOM:
There's a call for Dr. Hoffman.

GENERAL: Put it through. Doctor.

DONALD: Doctor Hoffman? Yes.

Hello, Gregor, this is Donald.

Sorry to disturb you, but we were
going fishing this afternoon, remember?

Well, I... I couldn't, I was tied up here.

Sorry you missed out,
the fishing was good.

Do you have to work tonight? We're
at your trailer. How about dinner?

(STUTTERING) Well, Donald,
I... I do not see how

I wish you could. There's
something I want to talk to you about.

Well, it would be very nice, Donald...

There's no need
for you to stay here now.

Jeff, run the Doctor home. All right, Eric.

Thank you.

I will be there in a few
minutes, Donald. Good.

Thank you.

DONALD: He stopped on
the road, slid down the bank,

and got to the flasks before we did.

This is the only place we had to hide 'em.

I know it was taking a chance to call you.

But I was afraid you were
caught. He knew about your car.

Now we're stuck. There are
roadblocks all over the place.

Everything's fine, Donald.

Nobody's suspicious, and the
roadblocks have been removed.

It seems that Mr. Barrett
is so unpredictable

that nothing has been made
of their disappearance.

Did Los Angeles go as planned, Veretti?

I put it there.

We will take them with us.

That's dangerous.

If there is any trouble, they
will be our best protection.

There's nothing happening
yet. They're still all in the trailer.

GENERAL: What about the manager?

Oh, we're keeping
the manager out of the way.

Do you think Barrett saw you? Possibly.

But he'd never recognize me,
he's never seen me before.

Can you see anything going on in there?

There's no movement, no
sound, no, nothing happening.

Keep on the line.

MICHAELSON: Why would
Dr. Hoffman be connected with this?

Why? I don't understand.

He checked out perfectly.
There's nothing in his background

to indicate that he's...
Dr. Michaelson, please.

We've got to grab them, sir. Right now.

Certainly not, Cavanaugh.

Now, we know that Barrett is in
Dr. Hoffman's trailer with two strange men.

And we know that Dr. Hoffman is
there and he's connected with those men.

And we know Dr. Hoffman's car had
some special significance to Barrett.

And that's all we know.

We don't even know if Barrett
went there willingly or unwillingly.

Let me grab them, sir, and I'll find out.

I don't think you'd find out
anything that would be worth

losing the only advantage we have.

MICHAELSON: What is that?

They will lead us to Ainsley, to the flasks.

Only the flasks are important.

This is the break we've been praying for.

They're going to leave. We let them.

Then we shadow them, very carefully.

Let one eager beaver show
our hand, and we're through.

Now set it up.

In the desert we're okay,
not much traffic.

But we could lose them in the first town.

And what if they head
for that mess that'll be

coming out of Los Angeles?
We'll change our strategy by then.

At least we'll know
which way they're headed.

Set it up. Yes, sir.

MAN ON RADIO: The evacuation
of Los Angeles is under way.

(HELICOPTER FLYING)

It is too early to say yet how effective
this will be, or how possible it will be.

There is no further official word as
to the exact imminence of the threat.

It means nothing. There are
military training fields all around here.

Incident in Florida
is related to this situation.

PILOT ON RADIO: I'm
staying above and behind them.

They're still travelling west on 17.

They seem to be stalling.

They're almost going around in circles.

Why?

Evasive action. They're taking the
long way to wherever they're going.

It's getting a little difficult
to keep them in sight.

This is pretty rough country
and it's closing in on the road.

I don't like this section
they're going through.

It's impossible to keep visual contact
without the chopper tipping its hand.

There are only three points they can
come out of there, here, here and here.

You have men covering
all of them, haven't you?

Yes, sir. I'll double up here and here.

PILOT: I'm going to lose them
for a long stretch now.

Unless I close in.

Don't close up, stay out of sight

until you can pick them up
on the other side of the section.

PILOT: Will do.

Where's your follow car?
MAN: Right here.

Tell him not to move until
he can make absolutely sure

that the road ahead is clear. Yes, sir.

MAN ON RADIO: Hold your position
unless you can see the road is clear ahead.

Understood.

You'll have no problem, Veretti?

None.

You know where I'll be.

It'd be better if we stayed together.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

PILOT: Got 'em again.

They're moving down the grade.

They're going to be out
in the open desert any minute.

Back away to 1-1-9-30
and stay out of sight.

Right.

Tell your follow car to close up.

MAN: Zebra to X-Ray.

Position ahead clear now, move up.

Understood. Moving up.

Donald!

Is he following?

I don't know.

Take that turn.

They've turned left onto Seco Road now.

They slowed down and... Well, for a
moment we got awfully close to them.

Did they see you? Well,
I'm not sure, they might have.

You want us to take them
if they spot us?

No!

Only if they stop, and if they
do, get on the radio immediately.

Understood.

Pull in up there and let's see what this is.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Damn!

Hello, Zebra, come in! This is X-Ray.

(HIGH-PITCHED
DRONING ON RADIO)

Hello, Zebra, come in. This is X-Ray.

(BANGING RADIO) Hello.

Ah, it's dead.

Come out and keep your hands up!

Show yourself and keep
your hands in the air.

Come out and show yourself.

We're armed with riot guns.

Now, come out of there
with your hands up!

All right, drop that gun.

Tell them I'll throw it.

Don't move.

Just do exactly
whatever he tells you to do.

Toss the shotguns on the ground.

Throw them down.

And the revolvers.

Easy!

I'm now hovering over
1-1-9-3-3-0. Nothing but empty road.

Stay put.

Veretti?

What about the girl?

Why don't you take her with you?

Lee.

Take her with you.

Ann,

get out of here.

What the hell kind of
a thing was that? Shh!

(WHISPERING) Don't you see,
he's going to throw the flask.

It'll probably come through
one of those two holes.

Where ever it comes through,
we've got to grab it. We've got to.

If it smashes on the wall or
the floor or any of these objects,

the three of us are dead men.

If we miss it, I'll douse it with this.

It's hygroscopic. It
has an affinity for water.

This isn't water, it's kerosene.

It's got water in it.
Besides, it's all we've got.

(SCRAPING)

Sand. Put sand on it!

ANN: Lee!

BARRETT: Let's go!

Zebra to X-Ray.
Zebra to X-Ray, come in.

Something's wrong, Cavanaugh.

Two more minutes, and we go in there.

Zebra to X-Ray, come in.
Come in, X-Ray!

MAN ON RADIO: Zebra to X-Ray.
Zebra to X-Ray.

Come in, X-Ray. This
is Zebra, come in, X-Ray.

Zebra to X-Ray, come in.
Zebra to X-Ray, come in.

Come in, X-Ray, come in.

Zebra to X-Ray. Zebra to X-Ray.

Come in.

Zebra to X-Ray, come in.

Come in, X-Ray.

This is Zebra, come in, X-Ray.

Come in, this is Barrett.

Cone in, X-Ray, this is Zebra.

Come in, this is Barrett.

Cone in, X-Ray, come in.

Move and I'll smash it!
I'll never be taken alive.

Your friends can't help you.
You're on your own now.

I always have been.

You might be able to take this
away from me before I could smash it.

But it would not help you.

The flask in Los Angeles.

Exactly.

You cannot evacuate the city.

If anything happens to me, Los Angeles
will be a cemetery by this time tomorrow.

If things go your way

and it's announced that
Station Three is being destroyed,

will you take me to where
the flask is and immobilize it?

Perhaps you had better
get in the car, Mr. Barrett.

On the other side.

I determined in the laboratory

that only a four and a half
pound pressure shatters this flask.

I can easily apply that.

I spotted the station wagon again.

They're still moving north on Seco Road.

Any sign of the follow car?

No.

It looks like there's some kind of
fire back there where they came from.

A lot of orange flame on the horizon.

You'd better get somebody in there, fast.

What are your plans now, what
do you intend to do, Mr. Ainsley?

Ah, I can't believe how stupid I've been.

Ainsley's been missing for months and
Hoffman's been on the scene for months.

Or at least you're an
impersonation of the real Hoffman.

What happened to him?

That's not hard to figure.
Gregor Hoffman, living in Vienna,

hired by Baxter from Austria.

Did you kill him
or did you have him killed?

You're no biochemist,
how did you fool them?

I am a biochemist, Mr. Barrett, of sorts.

If you were more familiar
with the name Ainsley,

you'd know I made my
fortune in patent medicines.

Sometimes a little bit of
knowledge goes a long way.

The accent? Easy.

I lived for years in Austria.

Besides, Gregor Hoffman,
though he lived an obscure life,

was a world famous chemist.

You don't ask a famous
chemist the formula for salt.

But Ostrer did. You had
everyone fooled but Ostrer.

He knew you weren't the
real Hoffman, so he died, too.

That tone is surprisingly
juvenile, Mr. Barrett.

I believe that hundreds of
people might have died in Florida.

This afternoon when I was interrogating
you, you heard Cavanaugh say that.

Ainsley was our man.
Then you knew what to do.

Somehow you made two telephone calls.

One to your boys to pick up the
flasks where you had to leave them

in the stream and the
other to the General.

So you could give us
your ultimatum on Los Angeles.

Use the name C.R. Ainsley so
he would drop the road blocks

and you could get out, and he fell for it.

That's correct.

I didn't make the telephone
calls somehow, Mr. Barrett.

I made them from Station Three.

As you're so fond of saying there's
no such thing as perfect security.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Don't try it, Mr. Barrett.

You're lucky but you're
mortal. We all are.

MAN ON RADIO: Tank vehicles
carrying liquids, assembly point B.

Ambulance section re-designated, C.

Repeat, ambulance section
re-designated, C.

Control requests the following
be read at five minute intervals.

An unidentified scientific
research installation

based in Southern California
has ceased operation.

It will be dismantled and cease
to exist. End announcement.

There he is.

Who's that with him?

I don't know.

You're under arrest, Doctor Hoffman.

You're Lee Barrett,
aren't you? That's right.

What are you doing here, Barrett?

That's a long story.

Get out of the car, Doctor.

BARRETT: Be careful,
he's got a flask in his pocket.

All right, hand it over, Doctor.

Right now.

The end of the line?

All right, get into the car, Doctor.

Better come along with us, Barrett.

How did you get here?

We're spread all over the place.

This is one of 50 we're covering.

What about the girl
and the two other guys?

I don't know. Where's Cavanaugh?

They could be anywhere. Our
orders were to pick up Hoffman,

stay off the radio, and don't say a word

until we get him to Station Three.

(WHISPERING) Have you got
enough sense to keep your mouth shut?

Yes.

We've got a jack-knifed truck up
here. You can turn your engine off.

It won't be long. The tow truck will
have it out of here in a few minutes.

Anybody hurt?

No, he was lucky.

We got a jack-knifed truck,
it won't be long.

Won't be long he says. Did you
ever hear a cop say anything else?

It'll be hours.

By that time, that mess from L.A.
will hit us and we'll never move.

Look at all those cans
and busted beer bottles.

You'd think people wouldn't
throw things out there like that.

You got a match?

Would you look at the jerk
handling that tow truck?

He's worse than the man
that was driving the rig.

Oh, boy, that's all we need.

A side walk superintendent.

Wise guy, huh?

There's your daughter, but
what's happened to Barrett?

Where's Hoffman?

Dad! Dad!

Dad, Lee's dead. They threw a flask,

they threw a flask
back at the gas station.

What happened to Barrett, where is he?

You've got to go clear out
the area. He's at the station.

Don't you understand? That
man Veretti, he threw a flask.

Sir.

Where is the Satan Bug?

Hoffman took it. He changed cars

and he went back the way we
came from. What kind of car was it?

It was a green Ford sedan.

License? Oh, I don't know,

I couldn't see it very clearly. It
was FGA, something, 7, I think.

Put it on the radio.
Hey, give me that stuff.

Dad, you've got to go back
and clear out that area.

That's all right, dear, that's all right.

The flask is harmless now.

The station burned. There's
nothing to worry about.

We found the bodies of
Cavanaugh's men, but not Lee's.

But Lee was in the building.
He was in the building.

Well, he's not there now.
Ann, Los Angeles,

did anyone say anything
about Los Angeles? Anything?

No. Nothing.

Put everything you've got
on Hoffman's car.

Yes, sir. We're already on it.

But there are an awful lot of
green Fords around.

And there's nothing on
these guys except this stuff.

Guns, money, watches,
phony drivers license

and keys.

Maybe one of the keys
fits something in Los Angeles.

But how the hell do we check that?

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Sounds like the ignition.

Take a look at that fuel pump.

You didn't really think that
I'd fall for those goons of yours

posing as Cavanaugh's men, did you?

Okay, I've got the gun now.

Put the bottle down
and step away from it

before that copter of yours settles down.

You haven't given me any
reason why I won't smash this.

This is the end of the line, Ainsley.

For real now.

Put the bottle down
and step away from it

or I'll blow a hole in your head!

You're psychotic, but don't be stupid.

If I blow a hole in your
head or you drop that bottle,

you'll die, then you'll have nothing.

Perhaps I am psychotic,
but I'm certainly not stupid.

If I smash this, I wouldn't die, Mr. Barrett.

Why do you think Baxter waited so long

before telling anyone
about the Satan Bug.

Why do you think he was
working nights? Weekends?

The vaccine!

Well, I waited for the vaccine.

Two days ago he made it, that's
why he had to die and Ostrer.

You were wrong about him, too.

He didn't suspect me.
He didn't suspect anyone.

He just knew about the vaccine

and now I'm the only one
who has the formula.

And the vaccine is in my bloodstream.

I'm immune! I won't die, I'm immune!

But you told us
what the Satan Bug would do.

You mean to say that you'd live
on this world alone? By yourself?

I told you about the Satan Bug
to keep you from finding Baxter.

Even so, he believed every word I said.

But I'm not sure
how good a biochemist he was.

Some scientists thought that the
H-bomb would start a chain reaction

that would blow up the world,
but it didn't.

Now, nobody really knows about this.

Theoretically, yes.

But it hasn't yet been put to the real test.

Perhaps it will destroy all life.

Perhaps.

Certainly it could destroy millions.

Do you want to test it?

Mr. Ainsley? Yes.

I was watching for you
and saw the car stop.

Thought I'd better pick you up here.

The engine failed. Don't worry
about it, we'll take off immediately.

Yes, sir.

Any trouble, Mr. Ainsley? No, no.

Well, Mr. Barrett?

The flask is still in Los Angeles.

Still nothing? I'm afraid not, sir.

Nothing on Los Angeles, nothing at all?

Nothing of any consequence.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Only two tie-ups to Los Angeles.

One of them is an office
building, here. Where?

Ten stories high, we've
got men going through them.

Starting from the top.

Now, the only other thing is
this little notation in red ink.

Glendale 73.

We've got men calling
on every house with 73,

every phone number beginning with 73,

every cab, well, you get the idea, sir.

Yes.

Veretti did that, he was doodling
while they were waiting for Hoffman.

Hold on, Jack, take this.

Well, they found the green car.

Where? It was abandoned
in front of a restaurant

next to a service station near Palmdale.

They were both closed,

but a watchman in a
gravel yard across the street

saw the green car park
and two men get out.

He described Hoffman perfectly.

And the other man?

It sounds like Barrett.

Well, what happened to them?

There were two other men
waiting in a black car.

They held guns on the first two.

Then they got in the black car
and all four drove off.

Didn't the night watchman
try to stop them?

No.

God!

There's something else.

The watchman said one of
the men was carrying something

that looked like a small flask.

No license plate on the black car?

Wrong angle, couldn't see it.

(SIGHING)

Eric.

This was doodled by that
maniac, Veretti. Look at this.

That could be a flask.

It is a flask.

I think all these are flasks.

That is something real.

He's unconsciously trying
to draw or doodle something.

What is it?

Those lines look like parking
dividers on a parking lot.

Sir, look at this.

ANN: A diamond?

A baseball diamond?

A baseball stadium?

Jack, give me that.

Put me on Los Angeles 47 right away.

(CARS HONKING)

Hopeless, isn't it,
Mr. Barrett? And pathetic.

They can't run away. Nobody can.

There's plenty of time.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Anything?

MAN: Nothing.

Anything over there?

Nothing yet.

Telephone for you, Captain.

It's Mr. Cavanaugh.

Hello!

Yes, we're here looking. Nothing.

Yes, they're looking there.

Of course, we'll look in there.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

We'll be running out of land pretty soon.

And time. Where is the flask,
Mr. Ainsley?

Don't press, Mr. Barrett.

Judas H. Priest!

Get Olsen!

Olsen!

MAN: Fifteen, 20 degrees, eight miles.

Now, here is the helicopter, sir.

We've kept everything away
from it. But we think it's the one.

Fifteen, fifteen degrees, four miles.

Here it is, sir. Here it
is now. It's a new plot.

No voice contact?

No, sir. We're on
113.6 Los Angeles radio.

They should be on this setting
if they're trying to contact us.

Hold that.

That cap is fulminated
mercury. So don't drop it.

Sometimes you're booby trapped.

You cut the wires and

phfft.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

That's it.

Now, don't anybody move a muscle,

till we get this thing collected.

We're heading for Catalina.

You don't have any intentions of
going where the flask is, do you?

As much as you have of
destroying Station Three.

That's not very clear thinking, Ainsley.

If you intend to take
Los Angeles, I'll take you,

I've got nothing to lose.

Except this.

I see, he takes you to a yacht,

and tomorrow you get on the
mike and you dictate your terms.

That's right.

You'll become everything,
everyone else, nothing!

And then?

Then, for the first time in the world...

What are your plans
for the world, Ainsley?

War, peace, back to the middle ages?

Forward to the future?

It doesn't make any
difference what you choose,

because it all means one thing to you.

Power! Power for its own sake!

You're a little man again, Ainsley.

Where's the flask?

Your life for Los Angeles.

Oh, no. Los Angeles will be my epitaph.

BARRETT ON RADIO:
Los Angeles radio, come in.

Los Angeles radio, come in.

This is Williams, Lee, we've
been following you on radar scope.

I've got the big one, it's safe.

Hoffman's over the side.

I can't give you any
information on the other flask.

We found it, Lee, it's safe.

What about Ann?

I'm here, Lee.

She's here with us.

What was that you said about Hoffman?

He jumped!

Oh, and tell Cavanaugh
to stop looking for Ainsley.

Ainsley and Hoffman
were the same man.

I'll be setting down at LAX. Tell
the boys to be on the lookout for me.

I'm a little rusty at these things.

We'll meet you there, Lee.
Take it nice and easy

and for God's sake make a good landing.

I'll put down safely
and I'll give you the flask.

And then we're right back
where we started.