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Mission Control, this is Conestoga transmission check on frequency 6596.

We read you loud and clear, Conestoga. Beautiful liftoff, Conestoga.

Look in your rearview mirror and say goodbye to Mars. Roger, Mission Control.

Looks like smooth sailing from here on in.

Conestoga, come in, Conestoga.

Conestoga, do you read me? Come in, Conestoga.

Conestoga, do you read?

It is now nine weeks since the space mission under the command of Captain

Braddock lifted off the surface of Mars to begin the journey back to Earth.

Nine long weeks in which inexplicably there's been no contact with mission

control from the nine international scientists and astronauts who undertook

unprecedented and dangerous journey.

a scant five months ago.

This lack of communication from those aboard remains a mystery, and Dr. Andrew

McAllister, the director of the mission here in the United States, provides no

answers and seems to have no idea as to what has happened.

He must truly be the first person in history to have lost a spaceship.

As of last night, however, observers at Palomar have isolated a moving object,

which may or may not be the space lab. If it is, then Conestoga would only be

three days away from Earth.

and possibly re -entry if, and these are big ifs, if the object is indeed the

Conestoga, if the craft has not been disabled in some way, and if their two

-week encampment upon Martian soil has not led to some physical or mental

debility that would preclude the space traveler's safe return to Earth.

Whether or not this is the spaceship, the mission is clearly in jeopardy.

This is Ted Johns, News 107.

And now, back to our scheduled music program.

We've got him,

Doctor.

We've made contact.

Let's go.

Fuel level 6 -4 -3. Set ignition.

Simultaneous fire. Now.

Control,

we have fired. Repeat, we have fired.

We copy.

Control, we have computer confirmation on lateral latitude Alpha George 5 -5 -1

-1. Confirming 5.

Yeah. Dead on.

Be lucky.

Anything interesting, Colonel?

Excuse me, Captain. I was waiting to speak with you privately.

Or going through my personal papers?

Captain, I'm a plain man, so I will speak plainly.

Neither Olga Denarenka nor I have any intention of validating your leadership

this mission.

It's your privilege.

More than my privilege, Captain.

It's my duty.

I believe, and I will say so publicly, that your judgment has been questionable

on far too many occasions.

Your most critical error is one that we may not survive.

Really? You unnecessarily wasted fuel on the Delta 216 during liftoff from the

Martian surface.

I'm seriously concerned that we may not have enough fuel for our re -entry.

We've been over this.

Not to my satisfaction.

I tell you frankly, Captain.

If I could have much of the support, I would have assumed command of this

mission many weeks ago. You do as your government tells you. That's the way you

operate. You don't do anything on your own. Don't misjudge me, Captain.

And don't misjudge me.

As long as we're aboard this ship, I'm judge, jury, and executioner. I'll

consider any attempt to subvert this mission an act of mutiny.

Do I make myself clear?

Who's been advised?

The president, the secretary, and Rostov, of course.

It'll be all over town by breakfast, and we haven't had a chance to debrief.

Can't be helped.

Well, the hell with it.

Still alive.

Mission control, we read you loud and clear, but you're not receiving any

transmission. Possible miscalibration of laser transmission.

Can I confirm that, Colonel Stoker? We will recalculate.

Neil. Andy, you're up early. What the hell happened up there?

We got swamped by a meteor shower two days after Mars liftoff. We've got our

communications, and we're slightly off trajectory, but it's nothing we can't

handle. You're awful goddamn casual about it. Oh, you know me, Andy. Grace

pressure. Is everybody okay?

Just fine.

Major Steiner and Pam Cooper on EVA boosting up our reception.

Now, what about your fuel?

Why don't you ask our navigator?

David?

Morning, Doctor.

It is morning down there, isn't it? It sure is, and it's good to see you.

Now, our computers tell us your fuel situation could be better.

Tell your computers we're okay.

I'll be glad to hear that.

What's wonderful news, Doctor?

Communication at last.

You ought to be congratulated. I'm afraid I had nothing to do with that.

Well, there's nothing wrong with the ship.

Well, we're running tests now. Apparently not.

They're all well.

Yep. It will make my government very happy.

Particularly Commissar Derenenko, who, as you know, was justifiably worried

about his wife's safety.

I would like to speak with Colonel Palcino.

In time.

Oh, for nine weeks my people have been worried about their countrymen. Surely

you can spare me a few moments.

Captain Braddock.

I'll get him, sir.

Captain Braddock, I am relieved that you are safe and well. Thank you, sir.

Neil, in case you haven't already been briefed, several weeks ago Russian

Premier Svarnich was deposed and his successor named over his husband to

on the Politburo.

Yes, we've been briefed.

Colonel. Mr.

Rostov. English.

You know the rules.

Oh, forgive me. Colonel Rostov, it's good to hear your voice.

I trust you are well.

Yes, I'm fine. As is Olga Denarenko.

She is delighted by the news of her husband's appointment.

And the mission? Is it satisfactory?

What I have to say should wait until my return to Earth.

At that time, I will provide you with a detailed report on our activities.

I see.

Well, I look forward to it with great interest.

Our friendly KGB bastard is playing his usual games.

You mean unlike our friendly CIA bastard?

What are you trying to do, blow my cover?

Christ, it's Kilbride. Now, you tighten security.

Great news about Conestoga, Andy.

What was the problem? It was technical. You'll be filled in. Dinah, would you

put me through to the president, please? Sir, look, Andy. We've got to get some

coverage out to the country.

How about setting up an interview right away with a feed to the network?

Can't do that.

Maybe tomorrow.

Look, if we wait, people will start asking questions. Only if you put the

in their mind.

Now, look, Kilbride.

I've still got scientists up there.

And right now, it's all they can do to hold this mission together. Now, I said

tomorrow.

And that's maybe.

Good morning, Mr. Vice President.

Wonderful news, Andy.

We're told everyone's just fine.

Yes, sir. Well, I know how hard you work putting this mission together.

The chief and I are delighted the crisis is over. We may still have a problem.

Oh? Yeah, there's something going on up there. Now, I may be paranoid and I may

just be reading between the lines, but it seems to me maybe the Russians are

trying to throw a curveball.

Specifics? Nothing yet, sir.

Maybe just negative propaganda. I guess we'll have to handle it if it comes up.

Oh, and my other problem, sir.

The media.

It seems they want access to the space lab. Some sort of network coverage.

Well, indulge them, Andy.

Let them have their broadcast.

Meanwhile, I'll be flying up this afternoon.

It is an election year.

And the chief wants us to hog a little of your glory. You understand.

I do, sir, and you hog all you like. You're entitled.

Oh, and as for the Russians, screw them.

Did I say that?

Bye, Andy.

You found something?

Take a look.

I don't see anything. What is it? Looks to me like good old Canadian dirt.

Kind of fine in my own backyard.

We travel 150 million miles to the Trivium Carantis, and what do we find? A

garden.

The whole damn mission's been a waste of time.

Oh?

I mean, professionally.

Personally, it's been interesting.

Problem? No.

It's just that we land in a few days.

It will be a matter of an adjustment.

You do have a wife.

Dominica... No, it's all right.

We both know what we were doing, and nothing is ever permanent, is it?

I suppose not.

One thing, though.

Yes?

Like you said, we still have a few days.

Excuse me, was I interrupting something?

If we said yes, would you leave?

I simply wanted both of you to learn that we have successfully corrected

We've heard.

So,

So mission is almost over.

Sad in a way.

Now that we are almost home, I will no longer have you to look at each morning.

I doubt that will be a significant tragedy in your life, Major.

It will be tragic for some.

Partings can be difficult.

Well, I shall leave you to your work.

How can you two spend so much time in here? So many dangerous chemicals, most

depressing. You finished.

Patience, my friend.

Another few days and you and I will be happily rid of one another.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Then, Dr. Verdue, everyone aboard seems to be in good health.

Oh, yes.

Except for what you Americans call the cabin fever.

crowded together for five months.

It is a situation in which relationships can be sorely tested.

And have they been?

I was merely using a figure of speech.

We've been all getting along quite well.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

With my health, my body wouldn't be able to stand it.

One more medical question, Doctor.

Before the mission began, there was the fear that all of you might be in danger

of contacting some sort of faith disease.

I wouldn't concern myself with Martian plague.

In any event, we will be undergoing extensive physical examinations in

quarantine before mingling among you.

How's Jill, by the way?

Shouldn't you be her grandfather by now?

She liked this mission.

Over to you. I have a confession, Mr. Kilbride.

One amongst us has been negligent.

I'm embarrassed to tell you it's me.

The food here is remarkably good and... I've got a problem.

What?

Braddock wants to talk to you on the offline scramble frequency.

What the hell is this? That system is only to be used in case of emergency.

Or when Braddock's got something to say, he doesn't want the world to hear.

Neil?

Andy, you're coming in loud and clear.

What's the problem?

The Russians. We may have a PR disaster on our hands.

I think that Olga Denarenko and Colonel Kalsanoff are going to denounce the

mission. What do you mean, denounce, Neil? He's got some sort of laundry

Charges that say I screwed up. He's fixated on the shortfall of fuel for

reentry. Claims I used more than I needed on the Mars liftoff.

Well, did you? Is there any truth to it?

Look,

Andy, nobody calls him right all the time.

I've made mistakes, but I've done a good job up here.

Who's on your side?

Six to two split.

Us against the Russians.

Who's not voting?

Kurt Steiner. He despises us all equally. He's right in the middle.

You better keep us posted.

Jack, talk to you soon.

Come in.

Do I shock you?

Somewhat.

Really?

And I thought you had such a good memory.

I'll come back some other time.

Neil, if my body now offends you, I'll cover it.

Is that better?

I was hoping we could talk.

Of course you weren't.

You've spoken with Kalitinov, and now you want me to speak to him.

Or am I mistaken?

Look, if he goes public with these complaints, he'll blow the image of the

entire mission.

People want heroes.

Let's give them a success story, even if it is an illusion. We can generate

enough... Oh, stop it!

You never had much of a sense of irony, Neil. But it should occur even to you

that you are the last person I would help.

Particularly since you ignored me when I needed you.

Damn it, Orly, you're married.

A fact that doesn't seem to have discouraged the others.

That is, until my husband was elevated to the Politburo.

You're all so afraid.

Regardless of what you may think of me, this mission is more important. It's not

this mission that concerns you.

It's your career.

That's all that's ever been important to you in your life, even in the

beginning.

Now, if you'll please leave me alone, I'd like to remove this robe.

And I'm sure it will embarrass you.

Hello. Hello,

Grace.

Well,

yeah, you woke me. I just got in bed, too.

Well, what is this, a boy or a girl?

You mean to say you called me at 5 .30 in the morning to tell me nothing

happened?

I see, Grace.

Yeah, I'm a little mad.

How are you?

Well, I'm tired.

Now, look, you tell Jill if she keeps this up, you're coming home, and she'll

have to have that baby all by herself.

You understand me?

Grace?

Hello, Grace?

Hello? We have disconnected this call under a priority one condition.

Go ahead and save it.

Sorry to cut in, Doctor. We've got a Class A emergency down here.

Well, what the hell is so important they couldn't wait a minute?

Aunt discussed it on the phone.

We need you down here five minutes ago.

Officer, can you tell us what happened?

Oh, you don't watch about it as I do. We had an interview, a two -way interview

that stays by schedule for 8 a .m. Suddenly they pulled the plug, no reason

given. Now the building's off -limits.

Andy!

What the hell happened? Did we lose them again?

No, we still got them.

Most of them. What?

Olga Denarenko's dead.

What are you talking about, dead? Dead how? Of what dead?

For Christ's sake, people her age don't just die.

I know.

Braddock and Dr. Perdue are standing by to talk. Also, I called our medical

officer. She's waiting for you.

Good morning, Margaret. Sit down, please.

Neil, what the hell's going on up there?

We're as confused as you are, Andy, but Olga is dead.

The medic of Miss Dully found her in a cabin about two hours ago.

Dr. Perdue thinks she's been dead. How long?

Possibly an hour or so before her body was discovered. No more.

I can tell you how or why, Dr. McAllister. It could have been anything.

Stroke, heart attack, blood clot, aneurysm.

We won't know until we can perform an autopsy.

Wait a minute.

You're asking us to bring her back down to Earth without knowing the cause of

death? I understand, but we have no choice.

Perhaps we do.

What did you say?

I said perhaps we do have a choice.

Can you see me? It's Dr. Margaret Lee.

Yes, doctor.

Would it be possible to put Mrs. Denarenko's body in the pod you use for

physical examination and hook her up to the sensors and x -ray scanner here at

ground control?

It's possible. I don't know what you'd get.

A complete skeletal x -ray, chemical analysis of the blood, urine, and other

body fluids.

May I remind you, Doctor, this system was developed for use on living

I didn't say it would be perfect, but it might give us something.

Well, I suppose it's worth a try.

An autopsy a half million miles into space.

A novel approach, Dr. Lee.

We'll get back to you later, Andy.

Right.

The procedure is degrading.

Perhaps. But Mission Control won't clear us the land until they've isolated the

cars of Orville's death.

And if they cannot do so...

Let's not even consider that a possibility.

I'll let you know when we have something definitive.

I don't think I'll be much help.

Of course you will.

No.

You were right about one thing, though.

I would have made a terrible doctor.

Did I tell you that?

University of Paris?

Lecture Hall B.

I believe your quote was, Mitch Cooper, you are a brilliant student, embarking

on a career for which you are emotionally unsuited.

I don't recall.

Your memory is remarkable.

It's not an easy thing to forget.

When you're 22 and currently dismissed by a teacher for whom you have a great

deal of... Perfection.

This is a very beautiful conversation.

I mean, under the circumstances.

No. Well, shall we get to it?

I hope I remember enough of my pre -medical education to be of some help.

I'm sure you will.

Would you like me to try?

Oh, yes, please.

My fingers are a little arthritic.

She's hooked up.

No, God damn it. I said no pictures and no interview. If we have a statement to

make, when we have a statement to make, we'll make it.

Andy, we're springing a few leaks here.

Speculation in Paris.

A French president called the White House looking for confirmation.

What is it, Dinah?

Excuse me, but Senator Carlisle's on line one, and Alexander Rostov's waiting

see you.

Well, stall the senator and send in Mr. Rostov.

my friend.

Why was I not informed of Olga Denarenko's death?

I've heard you hear that.

Perhaps I've been misled.

No, Alex.

I wish you had. And the cause of death?

Right now, it's indeterminate.

Andrew, forgive me, but I have also learned that you are conducting what an

autopsy through space.

Really, can such a thing have merit?

We hope so.

I mean, if there is some strange virus from outer space aboard that spacecraft,

and I hope to God there isn't, well, maybe we can identify it.

Well, of course, of course.

Personally, I find the notion of such an examination distasteful. Officially, I

must register my protest, but since you are going ahead, I trust you will give

me a full and complete report of your findings.

Of course.

Yes, Dinah.

Dr. Lee is here, sir.

Ask her to wait a minute, will you, please?

Surely not on my account. If Dr. Lee has the results, we are all vitally

interested to learn what they are.

Dinah, ask her to come in, please.

Dr. Lee, you know Mr.

Rostov, the Soviet liaison officer?

Yes, we've met.

I'm charmed, as always.

and most anxious to learn the results of your post -mortem tests.

I'm sorry they were inconclusive.

There's every indication Ogdenarenko died of a massive brain hemorrhage, but

won't be able to confirm those results until the bodies return to Earth.

And no hint of any strange intergalactic viruses.

Well, then at least the mission is not in jeopardy. I'm looking forward to a

complete report of your findings.

At the moment, Commissar Ogdenarenko knows nothing of this tragedy.

He and his young wife were... They were very much in love.

Yes? Sir, it's Harry Devlin, the vice president's chief assistant on the line.

Hello, Harry.

What can I do for you?

Okay, doctor. You can forget what I said in front of Rothdahl.

What?

Here's what really killed Ogdenarenko.

I don't want to read this. Can you tell me in three sentences or less?

One, there was a heavy concentration of barbiturates in her system. Not enough

to kill her, but certainly enough to put her to sleep.

Jesus Christ.

Two, the most probable cause of death is asphyxiation.

Three... Wait a minute.

You're trying to tell me she was murdered.

It's highly probable.

Jesus Christ.

I'm afraid, sir, that it's not the worst of it.

What?

Pregnant? The woman was pregnant?

Yes, sir. Two months into term.

You sure about this, young lady? Yes, sir.

Well, it's a mess, isn't it?

Five months in space, two months pregnant.

You don't know for sure how she died?

Someone either strangled or smothered her.

Sir, right now our immediate problem is we can't keep her death secret forever.

What do you suggest?

Announce it.

Cause is unknown.

No matter what we say, the news people are going to go crazy, but maybe we can

reduce speculation.

All right.

But nothing about the pregnancy.

Not until I confer with the president.

Right, sir.

It seems we have a murderer aboard the Spaceland.

Forgetting everything else, the political ramifications are appalling.

Andy, I'm damned if I have any advice, but...

Urgent call from the criminal.

What other kind is that?

This

is

Georgi Denarenko.

Oh, Piotr.

Piotr, my friend, what is this urgent news that drags me away from my guest?

Piotr, there must be something in it.

Yes, yes, thank you.

I said thank you.

Now, we shall stay right here.

Sergei. Contact Mission Control.

I must speak with Alexander Rostov immediately.

I'll be all right.

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Sit down, I want to take a look at you.

I have to re -examine Olga. Why?

Mission control has evaluated the test results. They've asked for a visual scan

of the body. That's it.

Look up into the light.

No.

You needn't look.

I'll tell you what's wrong.

It's a subcutaneous growth.

Possibly a...

Tumor.

God, your tumor. They'd have never let you come on this mission. I suspected it

only a few weeks before we launched.

I was able to falsify my final x -rays.

It's probably benign.

In any case, I'm certain it's operable and it... it will be attended to as soon

as we return to Earth.

Meanwhile, I have an examination to perform and...

I would be most obliged for your help.

Is there anything specific they wanted to look for?

Evidence of strangulation.

Mrs. Tremaine, have you been informed of the death of Olga Denarenko? Yes, I

heard it on the news. Excuse me, do you feel that your husband David isn't any

person? No, why should he be? We've heard reports that there may be a death

son aboard the spacecraft.

I haven't heard that.

Would you get out of my way, please?

Would you get out of my way, please?

If David were here now, what would you say?

I have no further comments.

You see, our first -hand knowledge of the Martian surface is almost nil.

And because we were out of contact with the returning space lab for so many

weeks, We haven't yet had a chance to get a full rundown on the discoveries

may have been made. In other words, you're suggesting that the Martian

could be highly radioactive, in which case all members of the space lab team

have been affected.

No, I'm suggesting nothing. I'm merely proposing a possible hypothesis to

explain the Russian woman's untimely death.

But the possibility remains that the Martian surface is radioactive or that

crew has been exposed to some kind of virus that might thrive in the Martian

atmosphere or in outer space.

Well, every possibility exists, Tom, but it could be dangerous to jump to

conclusions before... Who is it? Irene, it's Eleanor Sterling.

Oh, come on in.

Oh, I see we finally got rid of the cracks. I heard about it coming in from

airport. Oh, my God, Irene, that's awful.

We don't know enough. We don't have any information. But how did Olga die?

They're saying terrible things on the radio.

Diseases and radioactivity. They don't know what they're talking about. Come

sit down.

I had to leave the kids at home in Toronto with my mother.

Oh, Irene, if anything happens to Guy, I just don't know what I'll do.

Guy?

Guy. What's the matter?

Nothing.

No, something's wrong. Look, I'm tired.

In excitement, I forgot to take my insulin shot.

You're upset about Olga. For Christ's sake, Dominica, she is dead.

You could at least pretend some sympathy.

I'm sorry.

You know how I felt about her. I didn't hide it. I'm sure as hell didn't.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

But you did seem to get an excessive amount of pleasure out of cutting her

from me. You didn't seem to object.

If I recall, you were more than willing to replace her. I just don't like the

feeling of being anyone's trophy.

Yours or hers.

Poor guy.

If this wants, don't punish yourself.

You didn't use her.

She used you.

Now listen, damn it.

Sorry. Sorry, I've just got to go take my shot.

You will stop this immediately.

We have orders from Mission Control.

I do not take orders from them.

And you will not desecrate this woman's body. No disrespect is intended.

But this examination must be conducted.

If you have a problem, I suggest you take it up with Captain Braddock. I am

longer interested in taking matters up with Captain Braddock.

I warn you both.

Leave her alone.

Oh. I think he had something to hide.

But where can I help you?

Please, we're trying to work.

Kurt, you were useful climbing in and out of Martian craters.

But right now you're not needed. Understand?

I do believe he is actually trying to intimidate me.

Major Steiner, get off the deck.

You are offended, comrade.

And are we to be in a constant state of mourning until we land?

You will show Olga Denevenka respect.

Of course, Colonel.

My apologies.

And how has her death affected your morale?

I feel a deep sense of loss which I know is shared by the others.

Speaking for myself, I can say only that Olga Denarenko was a great scientist

and a great humanitarian.

I shall miss her very much.

How is the rest of the crew taking it?

Andrew, I'm sorry to take you from the press conference.

Commissar Danarenko has been informed of his wife's passing.

Naturally, he is heart sick. Please convey our sympathies to the Commissar.

My friend, may we speak frankly.

My government is fearful that an international incident is quite possible

They request that there be complete cooperation between us. Naturally, I

them that I would be made privy to everything that transpires aboard the

lab.

There is something I should know?

Yeah, there is.

Andy.

Olga Denarenko was murdered.

Murdered?

Doctor, do you know what you're saying?

Believe me, it gives me no great pleasure.

But how? Who?

I don't know who.

As for how, talk to Dr. Lee. We were fairly certain the cause of death was

asphyxiation.

Asphyxiation. It's quite the change from a brain hemorrhage.

We asked Dr. Berdue to examine the body, and with the help of Miss Cooper, he

discovered two things.

First, faint traces of abrasion around the nose and mouth.

And second, there were three minute white fibers found in her respiratory

passages. It appears the killer sedated her, then used something to block her

breathing passages. A pillow, a towel, a glove.

We can't tell yet. The material seems animal -based.

Maybe wool.

It was meant to look like a natural death.

By God, it almost did.

I see.

I shall have to report this to my government.

And in a matter of hours, the whole world will know.

I regret any embarrassment that this may bring to your American commander.

We're not the only ones going to be embarrassed here, Allie.

See, at the time of her death, Olga Denarenko was two months pregnant.

Once that little bit of news filters out to the world, I'm sure Commissar

Denarenko will want to thank you personally for instigating his public

humiliation.

You're right, of course.

This entire matter must be kept confidential.

How may I help?

We drove six miles so you could have a bowl of chili?

No.

We need to have a private conversation, Mitch, and so I can eat something

edible. Anybody that calls that edible is in serious trouble.

So talk.

They're the killer aboard that spacecraft.

We gotta identify them before they touch down at Evans.

Be simpler to interrogate once they're in quarantine.

Murder's a capital crime, Mitch.

This one happened in outer space.

Now, you're a lawyer, so you tell me.

Who has jurisdiction in this case?

Maybe nobody.

Space law is in its infancy.

Exactly.

Gotta know who we're talking about before any of us can make a move.

Olga's lover. Maybe.

Should we pick one of these guys up during training or on the flight?

In other words, we need a history.

And I don't mean the kind we already got in the file. Talking about a complete

history, Mitch.

Okay, we've got our own people in Moscow. I'll get started on it tonight.

Question.

How do we find out what's going on in the space lab?

Braddock, I've told him almost everything.

Andy.

I know he's your friend, but... There's nothing that says he can't be our guy.

Yeah.

I know.

So, my friend, what brings us together at this grotesque hour of the morning?

I presume you weren't followed.

Not with you, I'm sure.

Shall we get to the point?

We need to know if there was ever a personal relationship between Andrei

Kelsenov.

What you are asking is highly dangerous. Colonel Kelsenow is a hero to our

people. And only last year he was highly suspect by the KGB.

But as our most highly qualified cosmonaut, they could hardly keep him

project.

Even so, they were afraid he might defect. I understand certain precautions

taken to neutralize him had he betrayed his country.

What sort of precautions?

The KGB is very repulsive.

And yet today, Kaltonov is a hero.

And Olga Delorenko is a martyr.

I will do what I can.

I thought I'd locked it. Really?

What's the big secret?

Not really trying to identify some Martian plague, are you?

Please, Guy, I really am busy.

Well, take a break.

Braddock wants everyone on the command deck.

I realized there's still the possibility of error, at least until we can perform

a physical autopsy on Earth. But as of the moment, I have to operate on the

theory that Olga was murdered.

Murdered? That's insane.

I wish it were.

How?

She was suffocated.

How long have you known this?

Only a few hours.

Now, eight of us remain aboard the laboratory.

Eight and only eight.

So I have to spell out the situation to you.

I'll be in my cabin for the next hour.

Anyone who has anything at all to say, please speak up.

Oh, and if the person responsible would like to explain why, I'll listen to

that, too.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine.

Really. You shouldn't have told them.

Now we will all be thinking, is it he?

Is it she?

Not an ideal situation, considering the teamwork we will need to get down

safely.

All I know is that it isn't you.

And you know it isn't me.

Agreed?

Perhaps neither of us should answer that.

Come on in.

Yes?

I came because, uh, I'm sure you regard me as a likely suspect in Olga's death.

That crossed my mind.

Particularly since you had such a strong reaction to the attempts to examine

Olga's body.

Not because I had any idea that murder was involved.

Andre, mission control knows that Olga was pregnant.

I wasn't responsible.

No? Then who?

She wouldn't tell me.

Look, you and I have had our disagreements. But believe me in this.

I didn't get her pregnant.

And I didn't kill her.

It's true that she confided in me. She was terrified.

That's why you two have been so figurative the last two weeks.

Yes. She wanted me to arrange a discreet abortion as soon as we returned to

Europe. For you Americans, it is easily obtained.

Not so in the Soviet Union.

Particularly if you're the wife of an important party official.

If you'd helped her, you would have been taking a major risk.

She didn't leave me much choice.

She said if I didn't cooperate, she would name me as the father.

As you perhaps know, Commissar Denarenko is a violent and jealous man.

If he had learned the truth, he would have had both of us killed.

Christ.

Are you out of your mind? Someone might have seen you. No one saw me. Kurt, we

agreed. I told you no one saw me.

You're frightened.

You're always so fearful.

Damn it, Kurt. I have a right to be. No one suspects.

I'm always careful. Nothing has changed.

Everything's changed.

One of us on this ship killed Olga.

That means we'll all be put under the microscope.

He'll come out. Not unless we let it.

The death was unfortunate.

But do not ask me to feel pity.

She married an old fool in the Kremlin to advance herself and then slept around

with every man she could find. Believe me, I know. And do not tell me she did

not come on to you. No.

Then I didn't flirt with her the way you did. Well, but that is part of my

masquerade.

David, you must trust me.

I have no intention of sharing our relationship with the world.

I would hardly do personally or professionally to have my private life

It will remain secret by whatever means necessary.

The expedition, led by Kurt Steiner, reached the summit shortly before 1 a

These films were taken by fellow climber Franz Dietrich.

It was a record -breaking climb for the eight -man party.

No, I don't want that released yet.

Braddock's working.

No,

there's nothing on Pamela Cooper yet. We haven't heard from London.

Look I'll keep you informed

Bastard, isn't he?

Maybe he has a right to be Dinah Are you still trying to get through to my wife?

Well, keep trying will you honey I'm getting to feel like a grandfather

Frankly, you don't seem the least bit grandfatherly to me.

Oh, so now you're listening in on my private phone conversations.

Private? We can hear you all the way down the hall.

Believe it or not, I am not cut out to be a detective.

You're one of only three people that know the facts. You have to keep it in

family. What do you got?

A tidbit from one of your spooks in Rome.

Rome? What, something on Dominica Mestrelli?

Uh -huh, vis -a -vis she and Oga Denarenko.

Sorry, I happen to know for a fact that those two never met before the start of

this mission.

Two years ago, Domenico was having an affair with an Italian professor.

One week before he was to publish a breakthrough paper, the identical

appeared in a journal in Russia under Olga's byline.

Now, maybe it was coincidence, maybe not.

Either way, the professor went off the deep end.

Seven months ago, he committed suicide.

Domenico was with him when he died.

Olga was already confirmed for the mission before Domenico applied.

Right. And Dominica cashed in every marker she had to be sure her government

endorsed her application.

Captain, I can operate a microscope, but I'm no expert.

I think I've got that fiber now down to an animal baby, but I can't be more

specific.

Okay, forget about the fiber for a moment.

What I want to talk to you about is over.

I need a woman's insight into her character, who she was, what she was.

We weren't all that close.

You were closer than Dominica.

Yes.

There was a coolness between them.

It's funny, I remember one night in training, Dominica got a bit drunk. She

said, they've changed the thing to me.

She said there was someone on the mission who had stolen her life.

She said before the trip was over, she'd prove it.

I didn't ask you about Dominica.

But I think she was referring to Olga.

It's merely a guess.

Does it all give her a hint at who might have got her pregnant?

No, but... No, what?

Well, I could make a guess.

Go ahead.

She'd have picked someone safe.

Certainly not Andrei.

Ultimately, he'd have been more loyal to Mother Russia than to her.

Kurt Stahner?

A braggart and a talker, much too risky.

And you can eliminate Dr. Bardot as well.

Because of his age?

Because he's not the sort of man to become involved with someone like her.

He has been happily and faithfully married for the past 29 years.

So that leaves David and Guy Sterling. And, of course, you, Captain.

I'm flattered.

For several reasons, I'd say it was Guy.

Married or not, he likes the ladies.

For the first three weeks of training, he tried to move in on me.

He even went so far as to tell me he'd had a vasectomy.

You're kidding.

Not at all.

I wonder if you used that line on Orca. Yeah, it's possible.

Thank you, Pamela. You've been very helpful.

Sir, this TV press conference later on, must we?

I mean, it seems so grotesque, pretending to the world that

right. We know bloody well one of them, the killer.

It's necessary. We're under audit to pacify the media.

Send her in, Donna.

Dr. McAllister.

Oh, Mrs. Tremaine.

Oh, please, don't stand.

I, uh, I hate to bother you, but I, uh... Please, have a seat.

Yes, I will, thank you.

I thought you'd be getting ready for the television cameras.

Well, I still have a few minutes, so... Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Uh, no, thank you.

I, uh...

I spent a few hours being interviewed by a man named Carlino.

His questions were very personal. He was asking about my marriage and

my sex life.

I felt rather humiliated.

I'm sorry.

He was hinting that David may have had something to do with Olga Denarenko's

death.

Some kind of love affair.

I don't know anything about that.

David has sent me this letter just a few hours before the spacecraft

lifted off for Mars.

You will see that the idea that David and this Russian woman may have...

had something sexual, well, it does seem a little absurd.

For the past year, David and I have not slept together

for the mere reason that he just wasn't interested.

I blamed myself, but then I received this.

I suppose it's his way of making me feel less guilty.

He does say near the end that he would like a divorce.

Something quiet and discreet to avoid being an embarrassment to either of us.

I'm sorry.

Well, these things happen, don't they, Doctor?

Usually, however, to someone else.

Doesn't identify his new friend here.

It could be someone aboard the spacecraft.

The problems did seem to begin when he was in training.

Doctor, I've shown you this letter for one reason.

I'm still his wife and I do intend to fight for him.

I hope I've done the right thing.

Isn't it funny?

In a few minutes, David and I will have to pretend to be the all -American

couple in front of millions of people.

I'm not sure I can pull it off.

Well, to tell you the truth, I've been thinking about turkey dinner.

Cranberry sauce.

Well, I'm sure I could arrange that.

Of course, Mom will want to make the pumpkin pie.

Right. That's great.

Say hi to her for me when you're talking to her.

And she can't wait to see you. Neither can the rest of the family.

And I miss them all, too.

David, excuse me. Do you think you've lost any weight?

Well, I would say so. There's not much to snack on up here, even if you wanted

to.

Irene, I thought maybe we'd take a couple of weeks.

Go to Vermont. You know that cabin by the lake, the one with the leaky boat?

the leaky bathtub?

And the leaky sink?

And the leaky roof.

Right. It'd be nice to spend some time together.

You know, just... Guys?

Guys!

Doctor!

Tell Dr. Berdue I need 10 cc's adrenaline.

Can you hear me? Can you tell us what's happening? Cut this transmission.

All right, do it. Do it now.

What the hell's happening up there?

Captain Braddock.

Captain Braddock.

You're going to have to leave now, Mr. Kilbride.

What is it?

Well, I'm not sure.

I think perhaps poison, Captain.

WREQ News presents the 6 o 'clock report.

Now live from aerospace headquarters is correspondent Jeffrey Kilbride.

A veil of secrecy now shrouds mission control.

For nearly six hours there has been no news of Guy Sterling, the Canadian

meteorologist who collapsed suddenly on space lab's command deck. A collapse

witnessed briefly by hundreds of millions of shocked viewers.

Is Sterling alive or dead? No one will say.

And if he is ill or disabled, is there any connection to the death of Olga

Denarenko two days ago?

Suddenly, what seemed like a fantasy from a science fiction movie has become

stark and ugly possibility.

That somehow the crew of the Conestoga is being attacked by a deadly virus from

outer space.

Cyanide. Are you sure?

Purdue's convinced Pam Cooper backs him up. It was in the insulin.

As soon as Guy injected himself, he never had a chance.

Who could have gotten to his insulin supply cap? Any of us.

Look, Andy, my people know what's going on. Believe me, they're damn scared. I

want them down now.

We're not prepared for that.

Well, get prepared. We have a lunatic loose up here.

Keltner's running a pre -check on the Delta 216 right now.

No, you can't risk a premature separation. You don't have enough fuel.

the risk, it's less than staying up here.

We'll do what we can.

Sue, out.

Dr. McAllister, I've got that information on the chlorosyandicalumite.

File confirms that he is highly toxic and causes almost instant death.

Gel capsules, the type used by the Russians, come in various sizes

the body weight of the subject.

The most typical dosage used by the foreign agents is 5 cc's, which will

man of average weight and size within 10 seconds.

Then there's no doubt the man was poisoned. No, sir.

No doubt.

Computers indicate one of the vials had been tampered with and it did contain a

lethal dose of CCA.

That's a cyanide compound usually used by intelligence officers in the event of

their capture.

Like a suicide capsule.

The Russians issue those things to select military people as a matter of

Andy, we better bring him down.

Yes, sir. That's Captain Braddock's intention.

Good. Impress upon him the need for caution.

He's to maintain the tightest security possible.

I want the rest of those people back alive.

Yes, sir.

That poison is a favorite of the Russians.

Both Andrei Kalsanov and Olga Denarenko were issued this stuff.

As a matter of course, to be used in the event of the attack from the Martians.

Christ, I'm not even thinking straight.

You're thinking better than you look.

That must have been the eight -minute nap I took. By the way, have you been

to find out who David's boyfriend is?

It's got to be Kurt Steiner.

Though come to think of it, I never did. I expected him of being a homosexual.

I don't think any of us did.

Anyway, I don't see how it has any bearing.

Well, I don't know whether it has either, but I'm, you know, I'm grasping.

Look, the important thing is the safety of your crew, even if it means letting

the killer go.

That's not possible.

You'd be too sure.

Suppose we find out who it is.

Who's going to prosecute him? Who has jurisdiction?

Hell, the minute you touch down, the killer may be home free.

I know, but I don't know what to do about it.

You are absolutely sure of this?

Yes, sir.

The cause of her death has been confirmed without question.

My death?

Yes, sir.

There is more, isn't there?

We are not sure, sir. Now tell me.

There is a report.

There is a speculation.

Sir, the Americans believe your wife was two months pregnant at the time of her

death.

Naturally, the idea is preposterous.

Certainly, the autopsy will disprove such an insulting suggestion.

Now, even in death, she had dishonored me.

The Delta 215 is scheduled to land in less than ten hours.

Yes, sir.

Is it possible to contact Colonel Kalsinov without the knowledge of the

Perhaps, sir. It would have to go through Alexander Rostov.

Do it.

Have Rostov make it clear to Colonel Kalsinov that I wish the Delta 216

to a landing site within the Soviet Union.

Sir, that is impossible.

Make it possible.

Do whatever you have to.

But under no circumstances,

my wife's body will be defiled by the Americans.

Yes, sir.

That's a Roger, David. Will you activate your Z -valve readouts? We may have a

problem with compression in the forward jets.

With luck and enough fuel, it'll be home time for breakfast.

I hope so.

Well, Mitch, eight hours to go. Count them.

Andy, before you activate that thing, you better have a look at this.

It's the secret Soviet file on Olga Denarenko.

How'd you get this?

Doesn't matter.

Fifteen years ago, Olga was 19 and living in London.

Her father was a minor bureaucrat in the Soviet's London embassy.

About a dozen students from Oxford were invited to an embassy reception. One of

those students was an American Rhodes scholar named Neil Braddock.

She and Braddock began seeing one another.

Tried to keep their meetings a secret.

But the KGB was on her ass from day one.

Apparently it had nothing to do with politics.

Just sex.

Anyway, her father was reassigned to Moscow, and Olga went back with him.

Braddock went back to the U .S., and as far as the Russians are aware, they

didn't see each other again until we started the Conestoga Spaceman.

really great, Mitch.

You and your CIA boys, you do a backgrounder on her and Captain Braddock

come up with Zilch and look at this.

She was a young girl.

Her name was different. He wasn't attached to the military yet.

Slipped through the cracks.

Captain Braddock never did say he used to know her.

I wonder why.

Not for a while.

Dominica, look if you did his cabin.

Get him here on the double.

Lucky scarf.

He's going to plant it on Mars like a flag.

Apparently he changed his mind.

Live, Missy.

See with what, Doctor? You're half blind.

We all know it.

Here. He's turning cold already.

He's dead, Doctor.

Even you can figure that out. All right, that's enough.

Everyone, go to your cabin.

Lock yourselves in until it's time to board the Delta 216.

I'm still giving the orders here, Kelsenhoff.

Yes, and we've all seen the results of those orders. Three people dead already.

Are you hoping for a fourth? We'll all be safer if we gather our personal

belongings and wait together on a command deck until we depart.

That way we'll all be able to keep each other in sight. I disagree.

Disagree all you like, Colonel, but it's an order.

I'll get my things, Captain.

David.

Now, will you please repeat to me the Commissar's exact words?

Well,

there is a way.

It will be difficult, but...

How long has he been dead?

Purdue says about an hour.

Can you reconstruct everybody's whereabouts at the time he was killed?

What for?

I know who killed him. It was Kelsenoff.

Look, Andy, Steiner was a big man, very strong.

The women couldn't have done it in Purdue's infirm.

And as for David, I was able to confirm his relationship with Steiner.

Could have had it falling out.

And there's still you, Captain.

Who said that?

Mitch?

Captain, I've got a few questions I'd like to ask. Are you saying I killed

Steiner? I'm not suggesting anything yet.

I would like to know about you and Olga Denarenko.

I don't understand the question.

Come on, Captain. Fifteen years ago, London, a party at the Soviet embassy.

Now, do you understand the question? If you've got a point to make, make it.

I'm sorry, Donnie. You'll have to hold everything. We can't be disturbed just

now.

Send him in.

Drop it, mate.

Andy, I'm sorry to break in at this hour, but we've got a problem.

I guess you better be part of it, too, Carlino.

Mr. Rostov wants to speak directly to Colonel Kelsenoff.

I've agreed.

Captain Braddock?

Yes, sir. Would you summon the colonel to your cabin, please?

Yes, sir.

Colonel Kelsenoff, to the captain's cabin.

Mr. Vice President.

I'm sorry, sir. Right now, we have another problem.

Oh?

By problem, you mean another death.

Kurt Steiner was found strangled in his quarters less than 30 minutes ago.

My God, Andy, you've got to get those people down.

Mr. Vice President, Colonel Kalsanoff.

Colonel, I'm here with Mr. Rostov.

He wishes to speak to you.

In private, sir.

Oh, no. Mr. Vice President, I must protest.

Protest all you like, Mr. Rostov, but considering what's going on up there,

whatever you've got to say, we're all going to hear.

As you wish.

Colonel, we are obviously all concerned about this dangerous situation.

Moscow has ordered me to ask you directly...

If you are satisfied with the leadership of Captain Braddock.

The Captain and I have disagreed, often.

But it would be unfair to hold him responsible for what's happening at the

moment. Do you feel that you should assume command of the remainder of this

mission?

At this time, the Captain Braddock has the confidence of the others.

That is not an answer, Colonel.

The best I can give you, sir.

Very well.

I'm satisfied.

Best wishes for a safe re -entry.

Oh, and Colonel, Premier Savarnich sends warmest personal

regards.

I am grateful for the Premier.

I realize that my request is somewhat unusual, but what Moscow

proposes...

Well, we all have our orders.

Talk to you later, Andy.

Yes, sir.

What the hell was all that about?

Why would Rostov bring greetings from a deposed premier? It doesn't make sense.

Unless...

Who's that?

Go away!

Yes, Mr. Vice President, I agree with Mr. Carlino. I think it's possible, even

probable, that Rostov just gave Colonel Kalsanoff some kind of prearranged

secret order, possibly to try and take over this mission.

Neil! My God, Neil!

Hell, huh?

God damn it, Kirk. Why can't we be free? We're losing oxygen, electric.

I can't maintain stabilization.

I'm not sure.

Captain was dead. Someone blew up his cabin. No, there's nothing left.

I peeled off the corner. There was nothing we could do. Doctor, I asked

what happened? Walter, leave him alone. He can't be.

I was trying to get into my cabin. Suddenly, there was an explosion. I was

to the ground. Captain, we are off trajectory.

David said we're going to hit the atmosphere dead on, and he cannot

course.

Get a picture and sound on that thing right now. Sir, it was lost. Well, keep

trying. Doctor, they've got a massive malfunction.

They're off trajectory.

Let's go, David, into the Delta. Captain, what about the body? Not enough

I said move it, David!

Damn it!

They're not getting any power. The electrical system shorted out.

We're not going to make it. Stay here. I'm going to have to blow it. It must be

going for the Delta. Can you establish contact?

No, sir. The Delta system won't receive until we've entered Earth's atmosphere.

Look on your alternet frequencies and start sending.

Yes, sir.

We're going back to the corridor. What's the time on it?

We've got three seconds.

We got enough fuel in this thing to make it from here.

Sure as hell gonna find out.

Power activated.

Check. Power was activated.

Check.

Separation.

Separation confirmed.

Ignition.

Listen.

This is confirmed.

Go.

Sir, I've got a blip coming off the space lab. I think they've launched the

Delta. Put the grid up on the screen.

Yes, sir.

Margo, give me a calculation.

Yes, sir. It's no good, Doctor. They're way off. Is that correct?

Possible. But they're running out of time.

We're coming in show.

We're going to bounce off.

Wheels at 46%. We don't have enough for the second pass.

Correcting forward attitude to 6, 0, 8, 9, now.

The red line is the Delta's course, sir.

If the green line is the correct trajectory for re -entry, if they can

two together, they'll make it back.

29 seconds to atmosphere.

27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22.

21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 18, 15,

14, 13, 12, 11.

Coming up to 10 seconds.

9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,

2, 1.

Mark.

What happened?

They've lost radar contact in the ionization belt.

Did they make it? We'll know in a minute.

Delta, this is Control. Please acknowledge.

Delta, this is Control. Do you read?

Delta, this is Control.

Do you read?

Delta, this is Control.

Do you read?

Mission Control, this is Delta.

Only five of us, but we're coming home.

Andy, you've got a message.

But at least they're coming in safe.

Five of them, sir.

Mitch, I want a plane ready to fly to Edwards in 30 minutes.

Triple security.

Nobody in or out. What is it, Andy? You know something, don't you?

No, sir. Just guessing.

Want to share your thoughts?

Not yet, sir.

Not just yet.

Dr. McAllister?

I'm Colonel Jenner. We've been ordered to give you every cooperation.

Where are they, Colonel?

Sequestered in our main briefing room. Shift this way.

Sir, the medical staff is concerned.

May I suggest that they not be questioned until they've undergone a

physical examination?

No, you may not.

Dr. McAllister?

Yeah. How do you feel?

Pain is minimal.

I suspect pressure on the optic nerve.

Dr. McAllister, I'm sure you have questions, but couldn't they wait?

Dr. Bordeaux should be examined immediately. We all need a chance to

bearings. Of course.

I've already made arrangements for four of you to undergo medical debriefing.

Four of us?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

It means, David, that one of you is a murderer.

You've no authority to place me under arrest, Colonel.

Sorry, Captain.

I'm just following orders. Whose orders?

My orders.

You've no jurisdiction on this base. You're a civilian.

I do in this case, Neil.

I'm here under direct orders from the highest level. Colonel, would you excuse

us, please?

If you need me, I'll be outside.

Thanks.

This is a hell of a greeting.

Andy, considering where I've been.

Fresh out of brass bands.

Brass bands.

I expected just a little more than that.

Oh, did you?

I never murdered anybody.

Well, maybe you've got another name for it.

What is this, a kangaroo court?

No.

It's just a quiet conversation between two old friends.

Yeah, we're friends.

I'm thinking about the things you didn't tell me.

For example, you never mentioned you used to know Olga Denarenko.

Now all of a sudden she turns up, pregnant and dead.

You think I did?

Did you?

No.

Well, I'm listening.

Look, Andy, I think I've got a pretty good idea what happened up there.

Survival has a tendency to clear the mind.

You're dancing around a murder charge.

Court -martial at best.

I can't make you any deals.

All right.

It's no secret that Olga's marriage was unhappy.

Sex was never part of the package with the commissar.

She went looking at other places for gratification.

She went after me and I wasn't interested.

You never had much of a sense of irony, Neil. But it should occur even to you

that you are the last person I would have.

Particularly since you ignored me when I needed you.

Damn it, always. You're married.

A fact that doesn't seem to have discouraged the others.

But there was a fellow on that ship who was interested.

Guy Sterling.

For several reasons, I'd say it was Guy.

Married or not, he likes the ladies.

For the first three weeks of training, he tried to move in on me.

Even went so far as to tell me he'd had a vasectomy.

So Guy did have a relationship with Olga.

Yes.

I confirmed that through Dominica, halfway through the mission, for reasons

her own. She took great delight in taking Guy away from Olga.

But you did seem to get an excessive amount of pleasure out of cutting her

from me. You didn't seem to object.

If I recall, you were more than willing to replace her. As far as Olga was

concerned, Guy was interested and available.

They had their affair and... She got pregnant.

Exactly. Then he killed her. He didn't have to.

Olga could never go public about her pregnancy.

Her husband would have had her killed.

Guy was perfectly safe. He knew eventually she'd have to have an

She didn't leave me much choice.

She said if I didn't cooperate, she would name me as the father.

As you perhaps know, Commissar Denarenko is a violent and jealous man.

If he had learned the truth, he would have had both of us killed.

Somebody killed her?

Yes. The man I had the most to hide.

Kurt Steiner.

After Guy left Olga for Domenica, Olga was very insecure, and Steiner had been

flirting with all the women to cover up the fact that he was gay.

Sad in a way.

As we are almost home, I will no longer have you to look at each morning.

I doubt that will be a significant tragedy in your life, nature.

She met an old fool in the Kremlin to advance herself and then slept around

every man she could find. Believe me, I know. And do not tell me she did not

come on to you. No.

Then I didn't flirt with her the way you did.

Well, that is part of my masquerade.

So you assume she went from Guy to Kurt.

He told me what he told David, his lover. He would never allow himself to

found out when he couldn't or wouldn't perform in bed with Olga. She threatened

to tell all.

It would hardly do personally or professionally to have my private life

It would remain secret by whatever means necessary.

I know the woods suffocated.

And the white fibers Pamela found were animal -based.

It appears the killer sedated her, then used something to block her breathing

passages. A pillow, a towel, a glove.

We can't tell yet. The material seems animal -based.

Maybe wool.

Steiner's lucky scarf, of course.

That scarf looks familiar.

Yeah, it's the same one he wore conquering the Matterhorn.

It's a lucky scarf.

He was going to leave that scarf on Mars, but he brought it back with him to

ship.

He confessed to you.

Why? Because he was an arrogant bastard and he knew there was nothing I could

do. You confirmed that.

Look, the important thing is the safety of your crew, even if it means letting

the killer go.

That's not possible.

I'd be too sure.

Suppose we find out who it is.

Who's going to prosecute him? Who has jurisdiction?

Hell, the minute you touch down, the killer may be home free.

That's obscene. I know.

But I don't know what to do about it.

I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized

his government, not to mention the complications of space law, would

him.

Couldn't let that happen.

So you murdered him?

No.

I'll tell you exactly what I told Kelsenoff.

As long as we're aboard this ship, I'm judge, jury, and executioner.

I'll consider any attempt to subvert this mission an act of mutiny.

Do I make myself clear?

It wasn't murder.

I weighed the situation, I judged him, and I executed him.

It was either that or he goes free.

I had no choice.

So, Steiner kills Olga, you execute Steiner, solves the mystery.

Wait, who killed Guy Sterling?

Well, it's easy.

Olga Denarenko.

Olga was already dead. Oh, I know.

Sterling died because somebody put cyanide in one of his insulin vials.

Olga Denarenko could have done that any time.

Two weeks before.

He had to be silenced.

See, there were only two people that knew about her pregnancy.

Colonel Kalsanoff and Sterling.

Russian poison.

Kalsanoff could have killed him.

Guy didn't die instantly, which he would have done if he'd have been given a

full male dose from calcinoid supply.

David, you're obviously due for a vacation after this.

Have you made any plans?

Irene, I thought maybe we'd take a couple of weeks.

Go to Vermont.

The reason he was able to leave his cabin and stagger to the command deck is

because Olga fixed his insulin with her smaller dosage.

It'd be nice to spend some time together. You know, just... Remember

Margaret Lee told you.

I've got that information on the carothiandicalumite.

File confirms it is highly toxic and causes almost instant death.

Gel capsules, the type used by the Russians, come in various sizes

the body weight of the subject.

The most typical dosage used by the foreign agents is 5 cc, which will kill

man of average weight and size within 10 seconds.

Sterling may not have said anything, but Olga couldn't take that chance. He'd

already lied to her once about his vasectomy.

Which brings us to the death of Andrei Kalsanov.

I mean, who would throw a bomb into his cabin? What is the point? Why?

Kalsanov's dead. Someone blew up his cabin. No, there's nothing left. I

up the corridor. There was nothing left. Mitch thinks the bomb was already in

the cabin.

That Kalsanov himself brought it aboard, probably unknowingly.

The old Russian regime, I mean before Denarenko and his crowd took power,

distrusted Colonel Kelso.

They thought perhaps he might defect.

Well, he was a national hero, a public figure.

They couldn't do much.

But they did hedge their bets.

They needed a way to neutralize him in the event he did go sour or turn

Even so, they were afraid he might defect. I understand certain precautions

taken to neutralize him had he betrayed his country.

Well, sort of.

Precautions. KGB's very resourceful. So they planted a bomb, which Kalashnikov

could unknowingly set off, given the right set of circumstances.

But Kalashnikov wasn't going to defect.

But now the Russians have another use for their bomb.

Now think about this.

Olga Denarenko is about to undergo an autopsy.

The world is going to find out about her condition.

Her husband, Commissar Denarenko, is going to be real embarrassed.

Now, he's the kind of man who'll do anything to keep the world from finding

about the condition of his dead wife.

Have Rostov make it clear to Colonel Kaltzinov that I wish the Delta to be

diverted to a landing site within the Soviet Union.

Sir, that is impossible.

Make it possible.

Do whatever you have to.

But under no circumstances,

my wife's body will be defiled by the Americans.

How could it control Kaltzinov?

Long distance. Through Rostov.

There is a way.

It will be difficult, but I will try.

See, Mitch thinks that Kalsanov was programmed to act when given a

signal. Very well.

I'm satisfied.

Remember it seemed odd to all of us that Rostov was sending greetings from the

deposed premier?

Premier Savarnich.

Sends warmest personal regards.

The thing is, when Kelsenhoff was programmed, that premier was still in

The signal, though outdated, had to remain the same.

Without even realizing what he was doing, Kelsenhoff went back to his

When he was there, he took some action.

We'll probably never know what that was.

It triggered the bomb blast.

Neil? My God, Neil!

So Kalasnov was actually killed by Alexander Rostov.

He pulled the trigger.

But Denarenko gave the order.

I think they're both equally guilty.

And they're going to go free.

Maybe so, but that's out of our hands.

What about me?

I got a hunch it'll wind up on the president's desk.

He'll make the decision, Neil.

I think the whole thing's going to be swept under the rug.

Maybe it will.

Maybe it won't.

I'll let you know what I hear. Now you hang in there.

Thanks. I'm not going anywhere.

Hello, Grace.

Are we grandparents yet?

We're not.

I see.

Grace, I'm getting a plane. I'm getting out of here as fast as I can. I'll be

there this evening.

Of course I'm listening to you.

Yes, dear.

All I know is when I'm there, the babies get born on time.

I love you, too.