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♪♪

(warbling, beeping)

(Warbling, beeping)

Good hunting.

(Engine revving)

(warbling, beeping)

(sonar whirring)

Is it a distress beacon or not?

I can't tell, sir.

It has a NATO signature, but it won't unscramble.

(Warbling, beeping)

What's it coming from?

I don't know, sir. Sonar's malfunctioning.

It was directly ahead on our plotted course.

Contact in ten minutes at cruise speed.

(Computer beeping)

The computers are going crazy.

What's our status?

Damage reports?

Our computers are all corrupting, sir.

They've started into the descrambler.

Reactor's heating up, Skipper.

Go to manual and bypass computers.

We got a computer virus on board.

It's a blatant act of aggression.

That beacon's sole purpose

was to infect our computer with a virus.

General quarters, condition zebra.

We'll neutralize the transmitters.

(Alarm blaring)

Go torpedoes, fire at two-one.

Zebra. Go.

Move!

Ready.

Lock it up.

Go.

Fire on my mark.

Can we rely on weapon systems?

I'm not sure, sir.

They could be corrupted, too.

We have to take a chance.

On my mark.

Fire.

(Men screaming, shouting)

(rumbling)

(shouting continues)

Into the escape bells!

Everyone!

(Muffled explosions)

Into the escape bells.

Everyone, into the escape b...

(alarm blaring)

(theme music playing)

♪♪

I guess it takes

a special breed of man to fly one of these babies.

Well, they're a special breed of aircraft.

Part flying machine, part computer.

The age of the microchip.

Long step from the Wright brothers.

Climb in.

(Beeping)

MALE VOICE: Good morning, Jim.

The USS Concord was one of the newest submarines

to join our Pacific fleet.

Two days ago, she was lost at sea,

Apparently, the result of sophisticated sabotage.

The loss has been temporarily kept from the press.

Only three of her crew survived, via their escape bells.

These survivors confirm that the Concord blew apart

at the moment of a retaliatory torpedo launch

against a radio beacon similar to this.

The beacon was a fatal lure for the Concord.

And our information from black market intelligence

confirms its destructiveness comes from a computer virus.

East-West arms negotiations canceled

development of these weapons on both sides three years ago.

Since almost all modern ships are controlled by computer,

the unpredictable results of this technology

could undermine the balance of power and threaten world peace.

Our intelligence agencies are convinced

that the sinking was a ruthless demonstration

for this man, Etienne Reynard,

weapons procurer for an extremist state.

Surveillance suggests he is negotiating

to purchase the computer virus

to wreak havoc on U.S. shipping in the Gulf.

The virus program must be discovered

so that countermeasures can be developed.

Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it,

is to obtain that virus program and put its creators

permanently out of the arms business.

As always, should you or any of your IM Force

be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow

any knowledge of your actions.

This disc will self-destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

(Rapid beeping)

(hissing)

Only a handful of the computer virus transmitters

would be enough to deny U.S. ships

access to vast stretches of the world's oceans.

Now, we've been intercepting Mr. Reynard's telephone calls.

(Computer beeps)

He's gotten top secret Navy intelligence reports

on the sinking of the Concord.

And we've also learned that he's booked a seat on board

the hovercraft into Hong Kong two days from now.

We think it's at this international terminal

where he will meet the supplier of the computer virus.

And that'll be our chance to identify the supplier.

And make some serious changes to his game plan.

Ready, Nicholas?

Mm-hmm.

All right, two old friends having a good time.

(Camera clicks)

Got it.

(Computer beeping quietly)

(printer hums)

How do we recover this, uh, computer virus?

Well, a computer virus is man-made.

String of numbers, programs that attack computer software.

The danger they pose to humans

isn't from the computer virus itself,

but from the computers they may cause to malfunction.

That's exactly what happened to the Concord.

Then if we know the program, we can find the antidote.

That's right.

All Reynard's preparations

point to the transaction taking place

a short distance from the hovercraft terminal,

so timing will be critical.

We won't know who the supplier is

until the moment Reynard identifies him.

(People chattering quietly)

These are just for you, my dear.

There you go.

(laughs)

You know, that stuff just cracks me up.

I mean, laugh and the world laughs with you.

Isn't that what they say?

Bradley Dawson's the name.

Novelties and gimmicks.

(Clears throat)

There you are, son.

This sticker is a ridiculous thing.

It won't come off.

Oh, no, no, that's for free.

That's just on me.

(Women speaking over P.A. In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.): Passengers leaving for Macau,

proceed to gate four.

Could be any of those people.

(Women speaking over P.A. In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.): Passengers leaving for Canton,

we'll be boarding in five minutes at gate 15.

(Women speaking over P.A. In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.): Those passengers continuing on

to Kowloon, your boat has been delayed for two hours.

There's Reynard.

GRANT: Keep an eye on him.

See if he makes contact with anyone.

That's him, in the blue suit.

All right, Nicholas.

Blue suit, at 1:00.

This is one dangerous guy.

All right, Nicholas, we're patched in.

Your man's an admiral. U.S. Navy.

Edgar Gene Sheppard.

Decorated. Head of Digital Warfare,

strong opponent of the East-West Accord on Virus Weapons.

Yes, I see him.

Contact lenses.

Now, they could be useful.

(Dog whining softly)

(dog panting)

(dog barking)

(security yelling in Chinese)

- Go! -Hey!

- Let us through! Let us through! - Easy!

(Speaking Chinese)

Easy!

Leave me alone.

There's a mistake.

GRANT: Ah, yes, the delicate scent of tomcats.

Like a red rag to a bull.

This way.

(Barking continues)

In here.

Sit.

Passport.

Sheppard.

You so much as blink, and you're a dead man.

(Gun hammer cocks)

Who are you?

My name is Oseri.

I'm Reynard's backup in case anything went wrong.

You saw me get off the hovercraft.

That proves very little.

Well, if I'm not who I say I am,

how come I knew how to recognize you, Admiral?

OFFICIAL: Can you explain that, Mr. Reynard?

REYNARD: I have been set up.

It's a trick.

Those are not my weapons.

How do I know you're who you say you are?

Perhaps this will convince you.

What about Reynard?

Our embassy will have him out within 48 hours.

Well, this business is a lot more urgent, don't you think?

(Women speaking over P.A. In Chinese)

MAN (over P.A.): Passengers leaving for Canton,

we'll be boarding in five minutes at gate 15.

PHELPS (over radio): Grant, how's it going?

So far, so good.

We think Nicholas has his man convinced.

Good. Then it's time for you two

to take Reynard out of the play completely.

(Door opens)

I want no interruptions!

Narcotics Division.

We've been after this man for some time.

You have nothing to hold me here.

His name is Reynard.

He acts as a decoy.

If you check this label, you'll see that it casts

a silhouette of a gun and a grenade.

GRANT: Cat scent impregnated in that label

was more than enough to alert your guard dogs.

So while you're interrogating this man...

His accomplice moves through customs undetected.

I have never heard such rubbish.

Tell it on the move, pal.

REYNARD: it's all lies!

That's what they all say.

You'll get our full report.

(Aerosol hisses)

All right.

The bidding will be over within the hour.

I trust your government has given you

plenty of bargaining power.

Of course.

- You ready, pal? - Yeah.

(Engine starts)

(beeps)

MAX: You got 'em?

GRANT: Yep. Got 'em.

They're heading south.

- Are we secure? - Mm-hmm.

Sir.

Hurry, I don't like to be late.

SHEPPARD: Gentlemen.

I'm sorry we are late.

I thank the United States Navy for two things:

a sense of punctuality, and the many secrets

she has shared with me.

This is Mr. Oseri.

We won't delay the proceedings with more formal introductions.

As you know, today you are bidding

on the anti-shipping computer virus.

It goes without saying how potent this weapon

has been in recent times.

You have all received your shipments

of contaminated beacons.

Each beacon is armed and ready to transmit the computer virus.

But, like fire, the virus is a great servant but a bad master.

I have given you these, free of charge.

But use the beacons without this antidote formula

in your ship's computer systems, and the virus will

destroy those systems, as well as your enemy's.

But...

by purchasing the antidote,

the highest bidder may safely use the computer virus

to its most devastating effect.

♪♪

If everyone's ready, shall we commence the bidding?

All right, Max, we're online.

Are you set?

Roger.

We interrupt this television broadcast.

Further reports have reached us concerning the recent

tragic loss of the U.S. submarine Concord.

It is now believed there are only three survivors,

one of whom is the man in charge, Commander O'Neill.

Four million U.S. dollars.

4.5.

(Door opens, closes)

Six million U.S. dollars.

6.5 million.

(Whispers)

$12 million.

Gentlemen,

let's interrupt the bidding for a minute.

There's an interesting news item on television

that may stimulate your enthusiasm.

$12 million.

I've made a bid.

And here is an urgent message, just to hand.

Two chemical tankers have collided

off the coast of Hong Kong,

sending a lethal gas cloud downwind.

Both ships' crews are presumed dead

and tens of thousands of Hong Kong's coastal residents

- That's here. -are also feared asphyxiated.

That's heading towards us.

Viewers in the affected area

are urged to move inland immediately.

And those unable to move should close all windows and doors.

Yeah, let's do it.

Good night, guys.

(Gas hissing)

...believe the computer malfunctions

were reported by both ships only minutes

before the collision.

At this stage, there appears no plausible explanation

for the apparently bizarre coincidence.

(Coughing)

Prevailing winds continue to carry the gas cloud south,

and estimates of the death toll are growing.

There's no information to hand as yet

of a possible antidote to the poisonous vapor,

but scientists offer little hope to those

directly affected by the gas.

It's here. The gas is here.

Somebody must have deployed that virus without my permission...

without this.

You idiots!

Who was it?

It can only have been one of you.

(Gasping)

- Get out of here. -(coughing)

Of course.

The so-called mix-up at customs.

(Gasping, coughing)

(engine starts)

(car horn honking)

(crashing thud)

(horn continues honking)

it's time for some answers, Mr. Oseri.

(Coughing)

(gasping)

(horn honking)

(device beeps)

Jim, Sheppard has destroyed the computer disk.

I couldn't stop him.

All right, Nicholas.

Uh, we'll move to second stage.

Proceed as planned.

Right.

You all right?

Yes, but the disk has been destroyed.

Let's get him out of here.

(Horn continues honking)

How'd you get here?

U.S. Navy chopper, sir.

Coming back in now.

All right, here he comes.

Ready to grab him.

Damn it.

Okay, sir.

that's it.

Easy, now.

We got you.

- Got you. - Easy, now.

Whoa, hang on to me.

(Indistinct conversations)

This way, sir.

We'll get you some dry gear.

Admiral.

Welcome aboard the Detroit.

Take the admiral to sick bay.

(Sonar beeping steadily)

SHEPPARD: Pain in the chest.

You have to do something for me.

My lungs!

My lungs are on fire.

Just relax, Admiral.

Captain Cartwright was flown in especially.

He's head of toxicology at weapons research.

PHELPS: Oxygen, a demand system.

Just breathe in as you need it.

You're lucky to be alive.

Death toll on the mainland is in the tens of thousands.

My eyes.

My eyes are burning.

Let me see.

Oh, no wonder-- you've got contact lenses.

They've trapped the irritants underneath.

Can you get them out?

All right. Here.

Here. Here.

(Coughs)

Yeah.

Admiral Sheppard seems to be having one of those days.

Well, it's going to get a lot worse.

Contact lenses.

It's time the admiral had a new prescription.

I can control either or both lenses,

making them more or less opaque.

Who turned out the lights?

(Sheppard grunts)

(grunts)

♪♪

The crew of the Concord.

Not too close, Admiral.

There may be some residual radioactive contamination.

Your contact lenses.

All cleaned up.

You said, uh, radioactive contamination?

The Concord's reactor breached.

These were the survivors.

Only her captain is hanging on.

The Concord?

Commander O'Neill?

Yes.

Got your sea legs, Admiral?

I've got something to show you.

This was all that was left of the Concord.

Fleet headquarters thinks a computer virus

led to the explosion, but they want proof.

And you're the resident expert.

Then my rescue wasn't a coincidence.

I'm afraid not, sir.

For a moment, we had another duty.

We were approaching from upwind to sink the burning tankers.

Chinese strike aircraft and Soviet bombers went in earlier,

but all aircraft are reported missing.

I'm afraid there's more to this fire than meets the eye.

Distress calls were received

from both tankers before the collision,

and both tankers talked about answering a distress beacon.

Stay well clear. You can't go near them.

We have to proceed as ordered, sir.

Ordered? By whom?

I was brought here as an expert.

I'm telling you, put this ship about.

- Admiral. - Commander,

put this ship about.

If you insist, sir, but I will need you

to confirm with operations headquarters.

Commander.

Object in the water.

Radar thinks it's an aircraft.

Sir.

PHELPS: Those must be the burning tankers.

On the port side-- a ditched aircraft.

Prepare to launch inflatables.

Russian anti-sub helo from the Leningrad.

That's the third aircraft they've lost tonight.

Leningrad's a nuclear aircraft carrier, isn't she?

SHEPPARD: A survivor clinging to the tail spar.

Dispatch the inflatable.

Bring the pilot aboard.

♪♪

My orders are confirmed.

I am to sink the wrecks immediately.

The Russians have lost control of the Leningrad.

It's a computer virus.

(Russian accent): No! Nyet! Nyet!

Save yourselves.

Destroy my helicopter.

I picked up something.

It sank the Leningrad.

Take me!

Don't touch it, you idiot!

MAN (over speaker): General quarters!

Man your battle stations! Man your battle stations!

-(Explosion) -(yells)

(loud rumbling)

SHEPPARD: it's the Leningrad.

MAX: Everybody below.

Prepare to dive.

(Alarm blaring)

My God, I c... I can't see!

I'm blind!

- Admiral... - I'm blind!

I'm blind!

- Help me. I can't see. - PHELPS: Calm down, now.

I can't see!

(Sonar beeping steadily)

Turn.

Crash dive.

Dive! Dive!

(Alarm blaring)

MAN (over speakers): Hatch is secure.

Diving. Diving.

Whoa, this way, Admiral.

- Here we go. - My eyes.

(Alarm continues blaring)

Pain in my eyes...

(Sheppard grunting)

(loud whirring)

SHANNON: Welcome aboard, Commander O'Neill.

PHELPS: Okay, we're right here.

Your hand's on it. Now, sit.

When the Leningrad exploded, your retinas were burned

by the radiation.

I'm blind.

You're blind in your left eye,

but the drops should help your right one.

You should have partial vision.

(Sighs): Is the Russian pilot in here, Doctor?

She's dead.

(Sighs) Well, what should I do with this, sir?

(Whirring, beeping)

(man speaking indistinctly over speakers)

(over speakers): Stand by.

(Sheppard gasps)

Fools!

Damn fools!

(Over speakers): Torpedoes loaded,

forward tubes one and two.

No! You can't launch your weapons!

This beacon has transmitted the virus!

Your ship is contaminated!

(Over speakers): Torpedo target data downloaded.

You were right, Admiral.

(Coughs) it'll blow apart at launch.

-(Over speakers): Launch in 60 seconds. -No! Look at you!

- Stand by. - It could happen to all of us!

- No! Stop the launch! -(alarm blaring)

No!

It's too late, Admiral!

You can't stop it!

Stop the launch!

Stop, for God's sake!

(Over speakers): 30 seconds and counting.

Stop the launch!

That's an order! What do you think you're doing?

A manual target bearing, sir.

My electronic targeting system went haywire a few seconds ago.

You idiot! This ship has got the virus!

- Admiral, take it easy. - What?!

NICHOLAS: Listen to him, Commander.

I'm a dead man... but you got a choice.

Get these men to sick bay.

No! No!

MAX: Starboard 20, steady.

- SHEPPARD: No! You idiot! - Target bearing 120 degrees,

range 2,000.

No!

- No! - This way, sir.

You'll be safe in here, sir.

No! No!

(Over speakers): Ten ... nine...

eight... seven...

six...

-five... four... - Let me out!

- I can save us! I can save us all! -...three, two...

Make peace with your maker, Admiral.

(Over speakers): Launching.

(Yells)

(over speakers): General quarters.

Condition zero.

(Alarm blaring)

(grunts, bangs on door)

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Open the door!

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Open this door!

Let me out! Let me out!

(Hull creaking)

GRANT: 32 degrees.

We can't hold her level.

MAX: Trip ballast.

GRANT: She's not responding, Skipper.

Reactor to maximum power.

Screws are reversed, sir,

but she still losing revs, she's just not responding.

We're too heavy. Unless we get

full reverse thrust we'll keep sinking.

2,600 feet.

Computer still won't respond?

- I can help you! -Get this blind admiral off the bridge.

I can see enough to help you!

2,650 feet, sir.

This ship is infected with a computer virus!

The transmitter came aboard with the Russian pilot.

I've got the expertise!

I can neutralize this virus!

If you can do this, Admiral, do it quickly.

Because if you don't, we're gonna break up at 2,800 feet.

2,670 feet, sir!

(Loud boom, electronic crackling)

(beeping)

(over speakers): 2,690.

2,800 feet.

It's complete.

He's entered it into the system.

We're not through with Admiral Sheppard yet.

All right!

The virus has been stopped! I killed it!

Now, get me out of here!

Stop us sinking!

(Over speakers): 2,820 feet.

The reactor's going up.

-(Explosion) -(yells)

(electrical zapping, crackling)

(over speakers): Abandon ship.

Go directly to the aft escape bells.

(Sheppard yells)

NICHOLAS: It was you, wasn't it?!

You murdering traitor!

Your virus!

Used it on your own people!

MAX: You sank the Concord!

SHEPPARD: So what?!

Who's going to tell them?

You're the traitors, not me.

(Whooshing)

I gave it all to you on a platter.

But you wanted an arms accord instead.

Sure, I sank the Concord.

I had to show I was right.

This should be a box office hit at fleet headquarters.

I gave it all to you on a platter.

But you wanted an arms accord instead.

Sure, I sank the Concord.

I had to show I was right.

The virus cure...

and the confession.

Our job is done.

(Whirring)

(whoosh)

(liquid dripping, echoing)

Commander?

GRANT (over speakers): 3,020 feet.

3,050 feet.

- Three thou... -(clicks off)

(grunts)

(door squeaks, echoes)

(steady clicking)

(water sloshing)

(projector clicking)

MAN: Admiral Edgar Gene Sheppard,

we have a warrant for your arrest.

Let's get out of here.

This is the kind of place where you could catch a nasty virus.

(Theme music playing)

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