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Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, because when they met,

it was murder.

Welcome back, Mr. Kendall.

If you really want me to feel welcome,

tell me the problems with Pandora has been solved.

Well, I wish I could, sir.

When I hired you as my chief radar engineer, Redstone,

I was told you could walk on water.

But seems it's just another false prophet.

Pandora is a very sophisticated piece

of equipment, Mr. Kendall.

Just give it to me straight.

The problem is in the telemetry circuits.

Now, if we could extend the deadline just a few weeks...

That's out of the question.

The navy plans to test Pandora in three days.

If we miss that deadline, the contract says

we have to pay a penalty of $10 million.

I don't have the money.

There's no way I can get it working by Monday.

Then we can't let the test take place.

Here's what happens, Pandora gets damaged

by accident, maybe sabotage.

We blame the navy and demand a chance to rebuild,

time to make it work. No penalty payment

and you get to keep your job.

Washington will order a full investigation,

call in the FBI.

No, I don't see how.

Damn it. You're supposed to be a genius.

Find a way.

You really look lovely this evening.

Well, thank you, darling.

You're playing our song.

Am I? What a coincidence.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Surprise!

Your favorite, Mrs. H.

Are we celebrating something I don't know about?

No, it's just my way of saying how happy

I am that we're together, alive and in the same place.

Aw.

No, no. You're up to something.

What do you think about the navy?

The navy?

Uh-hmm.

They have lovely uniforms.

Wait a minute, you got that defense contract?

Not exactly. My naval reserve unit has

been called into active duty.

Just for a few days, Mrs. H.

But why?

I can't tell you that.

Top secret, national security,

and all that stuff.

Well, I'm gonna miss you.

You're coming with me.

I am?

You're one of the directors of the company, Mrs. H.

I got special security clearance for you

from Admiral Springfield.

Well, then you can tell me what you're doing.

No, I can't. You're just going have to be

an understanding navy wife.

Do I salute or something?

Or something.

Hmm.

Lieutenant Commander Hart reporting for duty.

Well, welcome to Palm's Bay.

The officer's lodge is straight ahead and your left, sir.

- Thank you very much. - Yes, sir.

Well, there it is.

The Navy Ritz, raised on double bunks.

Well, I'm sure you can manage.

Can you get that?

Smitty, you startled me.

Sorry, Mr. Redstone, just making my rounds.

Everything all right?

Yes, yes, yes, of course.

You must be looking forward to the test flight.

Naturally.

Well, good luck!

Thanks!

Jennifer: There it is.

Jonathan: Oh, thanks.

Mustn't go without those.

I hate to rush off like this but I've got to meet

the admiral in 10 minutes. I don't know when I'll be back.

Oh, that's all right, darling.

I have plenty to do. I'm gonna unpack,

go do some shopping.

By the way, would you

pick me up a screw driver, medium size?

Sure. Why?

I've got some repair work to do.

- I love you. - Bye.

Commander.

Oh, Chief Smith. Good to see you.

They told me you were coming aboard.

It's been a while, Subic Bay, One Arm Richard.

Bonnie Dick. You look great.

- Thank you. - I see you're

a civilian like me now.

Yes, I took my pension three years ago.

But you never really left the navy?

Now I'm inside. I'm with special security.

How's Dorothy?

Boy, you got a good memory, sir.

She's fine, thank you.

Commander, I know why you're here.

I'm on the same project.

There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.

It may be nothing, but it's been bothering...

Well, I'm afraid it's gonna have to wait for a while,

Smitty, because I've got a date with the admiral.

Oh, fine, that'll keep.

Okay. I'll catch up with you later.

- Oh, thank you. - Good to see you.

Lieutenant Commander Hart, sir.

- Jonathan. - Admiral.

- Good to have you with us. - It's good to be back, sir.

You know Duke Vintner, of course.

I certainly do, ever since he was an ensign.

Nice to see you again, Duke.

Good to see you, Jonathan.

You haven't changed.

Thanks.

Except for the haircut perhaps.

I'm sorry about that, sir.

I don't have a chance to get a trim before I came up here.

Oh, that's all right. We have an excellent

barber right here on base.

Gentlemen, tell me, how much do you know

about Project Pandora?

It's all right, you're both cleared.

It's an experimental airborne radar device.

My company has made most of the components, sir,

It was subcontracted by Kendall Electronics.

That's why you're here.

And Duke is here because he's a top test pilot.

That's right. Now, I don't mind

telling you gentlemen that I am not

at all happy with the way this project has been going.

I can't put my finger on it but there have been

enumerable delays and extensions.

Well, Kendall must have a deadline in their contract, sir.

Monday. And I want to put that tin box through

the toughest workout that we can devise.

It would help, sir, if we knew exactly

what it was supposed to do.

Well, I'll have Kendall's project

director take care of that.

Redstone: You all know about the American stealth bomber,

a revolutionary plane that does not register

on radar screen.

It is quite literally invisible to enemy defenses.

And naturally, rival powers are racing

to develop stealth aircraft of their own.

I can assure you, they're wasting their time.

Nothing can hide from Pandora.

Pandora can detect anything that flies.

Pandora neutralizes stealth,

as this test program will demonstrate.

Thank you.

Thank you. That's all the information

that you're gonna get at this time.

Except that, tomorrow marks the anniversary

of my graduation from Minneapolis

and my wife is giving me a party

at the Officers Club.

You are all invited and you will all kindly

be there with your ladies. Dismissed.

You're certain the phone set up will work?

Yeah. Let it ring once and you hang up.

Call again immediately

and the place will burst into flames.

All right, up.

On your feet, come on.

Smitty? He heard.

All right. Give me the gun, Mr. Kendall.

Get the scotch. Get it!

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Pour it down his throat.

No.

Do it!

No.

Come on.

All right. Get his car.

Jennifer: Darling, don't you have to go through

some sort of a retraining program?

Jonathan: Well, normally I would

but I'm here as sort of a technical advisor.

Jennifer: Oh, that's too bad.

I was hoping I'd get to see you marching, drilling.

Oh, nothing violent, nothing violent.

I may need to brush up on the latest hardware.

Duke said he'd check me out on that.

Oh.

Duke: You know what they're saying,

that Smitty was drunk.

Well, they did find a bottle of scotch

in the car and he was reeking of alcohol.

He had a history of alcoholism,

but that was a long time ago,

when we were all shipmates.

We got him into a rehabilitation program.

He dried out completely.

Things like that do happen.

You'll know more after the autopsy.

I guess so.

I just can't believe it.

I had to talk to you.

We appreciate you coming by.

Good night.

See you in the morning, Duke.

Here's your invitation to the admiral's party.

I'm not a party man, Mr. Kendall.

Well, you're going just the same.

We both are.

Why?

It's the perfect alibi.

While we're having fun with the admiral

the Pandora Project will self-destruct.

A few flowers, some pillows sort of

brightens up the place.

Yeah, makes it real nice and cozy.

Hmm.

Where is the screw driver?

Oh, in that bag over there.

Jennifer: Darling, you're not gonna start fixing

something right now, are you?

I certainly am.

You have a problem in there?

Jonathan: No.

No problems at all.

Everything is going just great.

How about some more brandy?

No, thanks. Not for me.

Can you come in here and give me a hand?

What are you doing?

Unscrewing the bed.

See, they screw it down to the floor.

Why do they do that?

Oh, it's an old navy custom.

It stops the pitching and the rolling.

Come on give me a hand, will you?

On dry land?

Yeah. Well, the navy never takes chances.

Oh, there.

Yeah. Nice, huh?

I didn't realize you were such a handyman.

Oh, in an emergency I can get things together.

Oh, yeah?

Jonathan: I don't know who's harder to please,

you or Duke Vintner?

Jennifer: Oh, I don't know what you're complaining about,

I let you lead.

Jonathan: Speak of the devil.

Duke: Jonathan, Smitty's wife is outside.

She's asking to see you.

Darling. Excuse us.

Excuse us.

Jonathan: Hello, Dorothy.

I'm very sorry about Smitty.

I'd like to have you meet my wife, Jennifer.

- This is Dorothy Smith. - It's a pleasure.

- I'm terribly sorry. - Would you like sit down?

Oh, thank you.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

Well, Commander, you were always

such a good friend to him, to Smitty.

And you got him off the liquor

and I just wanted you to know that he didn't let you down.

You do know that they found liquor in his bloodstream?

Yes. And a bottle in the car

but even when Smitty was drinking,

he never touched scotch.

He hated it.

And he phoned me, Commander,

about 20 minutes before the accident,

to say he'd be a little late.

He was going over to the Kendall Research Center.

And he was cold sober, I swear it.

20 minutes before he died?

Would you like a drink, a cup of coffee or something?

No, Jonathan I think I'd better go home.

We'll try to stop by

before we go back to Los Angeles.

All right, Dorothy?

Thank you.

- Nice to have met you. - Thank you so much.

Now, I'll see you home, Dorothy.

Jennifer, Jonathan.

Good night.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that I'm gonna try to get inside

the Kendall Research Center.

Why?

I can't get you involved in this, darling.

Darling, I'm already involved.

Besides, you said the admiral cleared me

for top security.

You will probably get me keelhauled.

All right.

I'm gonna open up Pandora.

Pandora?

Jonathan: That's the code name

for the secret project,

probably the most advanced to airborne radar system

in existence.

Shall we go?

Buck: Admiral.

Hello, Mr. Kendall. How are you?

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

You know my wife, Joan.

- Nice to see you. - It's a pleasure to see you.

Chaplain Shultz.

Chaplain, how are you?

Kendall. Hello.

There it is.

The marvel of military science.

Smells like wet paint in here.

Yes.

Jonathan: Where's the main valve?

Jonathan: Let's get out of here.

The sprinkler system was turned off.

And I think the interior was treated

with some kind of flammable substance.

Somebody tried to sabotage Pandora.

I'm ordering a full investigation.

Jonathan, the navy is grateful to you.

Admiral?

The navy is to blame for this.

My company requested additional security.

We're gonna look into it, Mr. Kendall.

As far as we can tell, any damage to Pandora

is strictly superficial.

Kendall: How can you say that?

Pandora's circuitry is super sensitive.

Years of work,

millions of dollars of equipment.

Washington's gonna hear about this.

Take him home, Jennifer. Put him to bed.

You heard what the admiral said, darling.

That's an order.

Aye aye, sir.

- Jonathan: Feel better? - Oh, I was frozen to the bone.

Here, try this.

Oh, thank you, darling.

While you were in the shower,

I was thinking about Smitty.

Oh, what about?

Well, he telephones his wife,

he says he's on the way over to the Kendall compound,

and then he dies.

And the compound conveniently catches fire.

Do you think there's any connection?

Maybe Smitty knew that someone

was planning to destroy Pandora.

But who?

I think we could rule out any foreign agent.

They'd try to steal it, not destroy it.

Maybe it was a competitor of Kendall's?

Well, if Pandora failed to pass the test,

then that would leave the door wide open

for any of Kendall's competitors to come

ride in and get development contract.

I'll call Arnold first thing in the morning

and have him run a computer check on the companies

that lost the bid to build Pandora.

Good idea.

In the morning.

You will have to postpone the flight test admiral.

I'm taking Pandora to my plant,

stripping it down to check out every circuit.

How long will that take?

Three months.

Kendall: I just can't take any chances.

The reputation of my company is...

Lieutenant Commander Hart, sir.

Commander Hart, would you mind telling us

where you have been for the past hour?

I've been at Kendall laboratories.

Examining Pandora.

He has no right to touch that equipment?

He was following my orders Kendall.

What are your findings?

There doesn't seem to be

any internal damage, sir.

Everything seems to be in perfect working order.

That's a highly sophisticated piece

of electronics hardware, a revolutionary concept.

This is a job for experts like Redstone,

not some hotshot pilot.

Commander Hart happens to be the owner and founder

of the firm that provided you

with most of your component parts for the project.

Jonathan Hart Industries.

I didn't connect. I... I need more time,

I've got everything riding...

She's going up tomorrow Kendall, as planned.

Mr. Redstone, as project director,

I would appreciate it if would be with me tomorrow,

- in ops control. - That won't be possible.

He's going to Washington with a letter from me,

officially protesting your decision.

As you please.

Good day, gentlemen.

Jonathan, are you and your wife free for dinner?

Yes, we are, sir. Thank you.

Redstone: Why don't you go to Washington?

Buck: Nobody's going, but you need an alibi.

I don't understand, Mr. Kendall.

You're gonna rig Pandora, make it a bomb.

So when it's activated on the test flight,

the plane blows up.

We don't have to destroy it.

All we have to do is we let it fail.

Blame it on the fire damage.

Not good enough.

With Hart's expert testimony.

I can't, Mr. Kendall.

We'll talk about it inside.

Now get to work.

I've let you make me a criminal, Kendall.

I was a man of science.

And a thief, don't forget that.

It's true, but I'm not a killer.

What about the security guard, Smitty?

You're as guilty as I am.

I'm telling the truth.

I never meant Smitty to die,

but you had a gun.

I still have.

I can rig the bomb myself.

Thank you. No wine for Commander Hart.

Just orange juice.

Remember, you're flying backseat for Duke tomorrow.

That's right. No alcohol before a flight.

Hangar six, 0700 hours.

Yes, sir.

To the project.

To the project.

Man: Pandora system installed and A-Okay.

Gentlemen.

The test area is now closed to all shipping.

The only aircraft permitted in the area

will be yours with Pandora and a stealth plane,

piloted by a civilian test pilot.

Naturally he will be invisible to the radar observers

on the ships surrounding the test area.

But if Pandora does its job, we'll find it.

Man: Pandora crew report.

Better get moving. Good luck.

- Thank you, sir. - Thanks very much, Admiral.

Darling, there's no reason for you to wait around here.

It'll be almost an hour before we reach the test area.

Oh, that's all right, darling. I don't mind waiting.

I made arrangements with Lieutenant Morrison

to take you to breakfast. You'll be back

in plenty of time to see the test.

By the way, you may be getting a call from Arnold

at the office about the rival bidders,

while he's at it, I'm having him

check out Kendall Electronics.

Will you save a blueberry pancake for me?

Will you be careful for me?

Man: This is Pandora control.

Take off, 7 minutes.

All personnel, clear the area.

Man: report.

Weather conditions stable,

all the way to test area.

Man: Pandora One rolling, begin takeoff check.

Well, you all set?

Let's do it.

Pandora One, check completed.

Man: Pandora One, you're cleared for takeoff.

Man: Pandora One, airborne. 07-11.

Thank you.

Shall we?

I won't take responsibility, Admiral.

That apparatus should've been stripped down.

We're saving it as much as we can, Mr. Kendall.

Pandora won't be activated

until it enters the test area.

Admiral: Which will be exactly

43 minutes from now.

I know a little place off the base

that serves the wildest flapjacks.

Oh, really?

Sounds great. I'm with you, Lieutenant.

Go ahead and give them a read off, Jonathan.

Pandora One, altitude 225,

speed 505 knots, heading 295,

ETA test area,

0800 hours.

Control to Pandora One, looking good.

Out.

Operations control.

Sorry, Mrs. Hart just left.

You might catch her at the main entrance.

Hold on, I'll have your call transferred.

Operator?

Have this call transferred to the main gate, please.

Mrs. Hart, a phone call for you.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Arnold.

Man: Pandora control to Pandora One,

maintain present airspeed and course, out.

Do you have any idea how this miraculous

contraption works, Jonathan?

I believe, the first thing

we're supposed to do, is switch it on,

when we get to the test area.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

Something wrong, Mrs. Hart?

That was my husband's office.

According to our office computer,

Redstone was accused of embezzling

at Kendal Electronics,

only two days before trial,

the charges were dropped.

Sorry, I don't see what you're driving at.

Neither do I.

Jennifer: I just wish I could talk to Redstone.

Why don't you?

Well, I can't.

He's on his way to Washington.

Oh, no, ma'am.

Well, I mean, I couldn't help over hearing

the conversation and... well,

Mr. Redstone is still on base.

Are you sure?

Man: Well, one thing for sure,

he hasn't left this base within the last 24 hours.

Might still be at his office, we'll soon find out.

Man: This is Pandora control,

all systems are nominal.

Man: Reception level is stable.

Please acknowledge, Pandora One.

Man: T-minus 40.

Stealth target aircraft to ops control,

approaching test area, over.

Control to stealth intruder, roger.

Man: Maintain radio silence.

He doesn't answer, ma'am.

Maybe he's at the lab tearing some things out.

Well we can't call him out there, the line is still out.

Uh, Lieutenant, shall we?

We shall.

Man: Pandora One, come in, control.

Man: Stealth target aircraft

now entering test area.

Man: You have a go on stage one, over.

Roger, beginning stage one now, out.

That's your cue, pal.

Here we go.

Stage one.

Oh.

This place is a mess.

Look at this, Lieutenant.

Scotch.

They found scotch in Smitty's car.

He's wife said he was here that day.

The admiral should be told about this.

I think so too.

Let's do that.

Wait a minute.

- What's that? - Looks like blood.

It certainly does.

It trails off back here.

T-minus 20 minutes, Duke.

Thanks.

Pandora One to control,

we'll start counting down at T-minus five, over.

Roger, countdown begins, 0755, over.

0755, roger.

Hello, operator.

This is an emergency.

I must speak with Admiral Springfield,

he's in operations control, please hurry.

Operations control.

Sorry, the admiral isn't available right now.

This is Mrs. Hart, I must speak to

Admiral Springfield immediately, it's an emergency.

Hold on, Mrs. Hart.

I'll take it.

Can I help you?

Who's this?

Lieutenant Briggs.

This is Mrs. Hart, you must stop the test.

Mr. Redstone is dead. He's been murdered.

Murdered?

Are you sure?

I'm positive. I just saw his body,

it's in Kendall Electronics lab.

Now please tell the admiral

to stop the test, please.

Very well, Mrs. Hart. We'll hold the countdown,

you just stay right where you are.

I'll alert security.

Good.

T-minus 8 minutes, 20.

Looks like somebody tore the guts

out of the black box.

Why would they do that?

Pack it for something else.

I hate to think what.

Like a bomb?

It's a good thing I got a hold

of Lieutenant Briggs.

He said they're gonna stop the countdown.

Who did you say?

Lieutenant Briggs.

Mrs. Hart.

I've been the admiral's aid

for five months,

I've never heard of a Lieutenant Briggs.

Quick.

Pandora control to Pandora One.

Standby to begin countdown.

T-minus 5 and counting.

Standby, Duke.

We're about to make the defense breakthrough

of the decade.

Almost there.

Dead on schedule.

T-minus 2 minutes, 55.

This is Admiral Springfield.

Jonathan, find that ghost plane for me.

We'll take his picture

and have him sign it, sir.

T-minus 2 minutes, 30.

Looking good, Pandora One.

It's all right, guard. Lieutenant Morrison, special project clearance.

Special project. Come on, let's go.

Well, I was coming for you, Mrs. Hart.

- Help... - Don't scream.

We're gonna collect Redstone

and take off in my chopper.

They'll never find either of your bodies.

Now, move.

T-minus 1 minute, 55.

T-minus 1 minute, 30.

T-minus 1 minute, 20.

T-minus 50 seconds.

Pandora One on flight deck.

Looking good, Commander.

T-minus 10.

Nine, eight, seven, six... Abort.

Abort.

Abort Pandora.

Mission aborted.

This is Pandora One,

request further orders.

Jonathan, Jennifer says to come on home.

Well, here's to the navy.

If this is a sample of navy life,

I'm gonna join up myself.

Do you think they'll let us stay together?

Maybe I could get the admiral

to pull a few strings.

If I get my haircut that is.

Then we could have lots of intimate

little dinners just like this.

Just the two of us.