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

Hello, Mr. Reagan.
Hello, Raskin.

I see you've got
the duty again.

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

Thanks.

Good night,
Dr. Ostrer.

Good night,
Reagan.

Oh, Reagan.

Reagan, I've gotta
talk to you.

I've got a minute now.

No. But I want to see you
tomorrow morning.

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

Fine.

What's this?
Laboratory equipment
replacements.

Well, what happened
while I was gone?

Nothing, sir.

The Director?

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

Introverted.

Yes, sir.

Who's left in E Lab?

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

GUARD: Correct.

Gonna get these inside?
Yes, sir.

Hello, Mr. Reagan.
Hello, Mason.

Who's left in there?

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

Dr. Hoffman.

Good evening, Reagan.

Is the Director in there?
Yes.

Working late tonight?

No.

Well, how was it
on the Potomac?

Not quiet.

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

Dr. Leonard Michaelson?

Who told you that?

Dr. Hoffman.

The cleaning woman told him.

Not funny.

Well, it's Friday.

Good night, Reagan.
See you Monday.

Good night, Doctor.

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

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

Yes, sir.
Raskin just called.

Good evening, Doctor.

Oh.

What is it, Reagan?

Working late?

No. But I'll be
in tomorrow.

What time?
8:00.

I'll set the time lock
for you.

Last time you
locked yourself out
until Monday.

I know.

You've been away,
haven't you?

Washington.

How worried are they?

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

My job's like that.

What they're really
worried about is that.

Yes, sir.

Did you, uh,
reassure them?

No. I leave that to you.

Yes.

Sir, do you think...

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

Do you good.

No time for that, Reagan.

No time.

Tired men
make mistakes, Doctor.

God help us
if a mistake's made here.

Goodnight, Doctor.

Good night, Mr. Reagan.
Good night.

Good night, Mr. Reagan.
Good night.

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

Good night,
Dr. Hoffman.

You are leaving, Doctor?

I'll be a few minutes.

Do you need me
for anything?

No.

Good night, Hoffman.

(SIGHING)

Goodnight, Dr. Hoffman.
Goodnight, Mason.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night, Doctor.

(AIR LOCK WHIRRING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Mason speaking.

Is Doctor Williams in?

MASON: Dr. Williams
is not in E Lab.

Good night,
Dr. Baxter.

Two sixteen.
That's administration.

You're welcome.

It's Mason.
E Lab clear and closed.

Right.

Good night,
Doctor Baxter.

Good night, Doctor.

Raskin.

Yes, sir.

Reagan.
I'm going into E Lab.

The shoulder on
that back road's caved in.

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

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

I'll tell him
when he leaves.

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

What time
did he go in there?

Mr. Reagan.

Mr. Reagan.

RASKIN ON PA:
Hello, Mr. Reagan?

Hello, Mr. Reagan?

Get over there
and check that
security door.

This is Lieutenant Raskin,
Duty Officer, Station Three.

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

(BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

There's a phone call for you.
What?

There's a phone call for you.

Thank you, very much.

Hello. Who?

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

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

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

Mr. Martin?
Yes.

Good evening.

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

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

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

No, just some of the time.

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

Could be better.

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

What can I do for you,
Mr. Martin?

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

Oh? Why?

You have the background
for it.

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

Everybody says
he's against war.

Not ex-United States
Intelligence Officers.

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

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

"Then active service,
Korea and helicopters."

"Detached for special service.
Excellent war record."

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

"secrecy or violence."

"Promoted to captain.
Recommended for
three decorations."

First discordant note.
Last two refused.

You are quoted
as saying that war

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

Rather a whimsical statement,
Mr. Barrett.

You think so?

Why did you
leave the service?

Poor prospects.

Discharged, 1952.

Allowed to resign commission
after altercation with
a Major General.

Some people
have flat feet.

I dislike taking orders
under certain circumstances.

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

Joined a government agency.

Fired.

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

You rate rather high
on insubordination.

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

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

How do you know
about Station Three?

The most secret
chemical warfare establishment
in this hemisphere.

Fired three months ago.

Reason? "Emotional rejection
of purpose of project."

"Council for World Peace."

"Henry Martin,
Executive Secretary."

You heard of us?

Oh, yes.

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

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

Neither do I,
Mr. Barrett.

But the Council is
a potent weapon for peace.

We're not communistic
or anti-communistic.

You just want
a workable peace.

Like you, perhaps,
Mr. Barrett.

You have been outspoken
on the foolishness of war.

That was removed
from Station Three
a few hours ago.

It doesn't matter
how at the moment.

Do you know
what it is?

Botulinus?

No.

A vaccine
against botulinus.

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

to immunize
any nation on Earth.

We want it delivered
to this address.

Europe?
Yes.

How does that help peace?

It neutralizes
a terrible weapon.

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

Very dangerous assignment,
Mr. Martin.

$10,000 should cover
your expenses.

I'm afraid not.

Then you refuse?

No.

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

You mind if I say something,
Mr. Barrett?

Yes, I do.

Keep your speeches
and moralities
for your council.

This is a business deal.

No wonder you were
thrown out of
so many places.

Satisfied?

Yes.

Put your forearms
on the table.

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

What is this?
A holdup?

Put your forearms
on the table.

First, vaccines
are not stored
at Station Three.

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

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

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

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

I know him.

What do you
intend to do?

Turn you over
to the right people.

I know this isn't evidence,

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

MARTIN: I guess
I underestimated you.

I guess you did.
Now, stand up.

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

(FOOTSTEPS)

Cavanaugh? What the hell
are you doing here?

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

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

Handle what?

I had to check you
for security and quick.

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

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

You could put it
that way, I guess.

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

People change, you know.

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

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

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

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

Get your props
and get off this boat.

Barrett, you know the way
our security agency works.

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

as a reflection
on your loyalty...
Sir.

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

He wants you
in on this.

In on what?

Station Three was broken into
a few hours ago.

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

Mr. Michaelson?
Right.

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

Lieutenant Raskin.
Lieutenant Johnson.

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

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

You know Mr. Cavanaugh?
Yes, I do.

Mr. Barrett?
Hello, Barrett.

Anything on Baxter?

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

What steps have you taken?

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

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

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

Whom have you
told about this,
Mr. Tasserly?

Well, no one,
other than you people,

and our security men,
of course.

And Doctor Hoffman.
Why him?

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

He's waiting
in E block now.

Let's take
a look at Reagan.

Are you with us,
Barrett?

I'll be there
in a minute.

How do you see this,
Johnson?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah.

Has Raskin got men
going over the fence?

Every inch.

Right in that corner, sir.

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

Immediately, in private.

Perhaps you should
see him, sir.

Hmm.

Dr. Hoffman,
this is Dr. Michaelson.

How was it done?

Blow on the head.
No weapon.

Who set the time lock?

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

Another half an hour to go.

Is there any way
to work that combination

and go in before
the time is up?

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

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

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

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

JOHNSON ON PA: Mr. Raskin.
Yes?

We've found
a break in the fence.

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

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

to one of
the side laboratories.

RASKIN: Yes, sir.

CAVANAUGH: Taped.

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

Very careful job.

Raskin, open
the other side.

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

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

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

Someone'd really have to know
their way around this place

not to trip over this
at night.

RASKIN: The thing
I don't understand,

is how anybody
can get past the dog.

I don't get that, either.

What do you
think happened?

I don't know, sir.

BARRETT: What's his name?
Rollo.

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

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

Easy. Easy.

(WHIMPERING)

There it is.

What do you
make of that?

Hmm.

Those are cuts.
How'd they get there?

CAVANAUGH: From the wire.

Right.

Raskin, you be Rollo.

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

Okay, grab it.

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

without tearing
his throat out.

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

No matter what. Right?
JOHNSON: Right.

Then you clobber him
with something heavy,

you tape up the wire
and you're gone.

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

But being a dog,
he can't tell anybody

so he just goes
back to work. Simple.

So that's how he got in.

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

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

He took Rollo
from the inside.

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

How come you get
a telegram here?

Magic.

I'd certainly like to know
what it says.

I'll bet you would.

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

I know it is
an outside possibility,

but it is a possibility
and a horrible one.

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

CAVANAUGH: What is it?

We have a very difficult
situation here.

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

Why?

Because he's afraid
that some chemicals
in that vault

may have been
broken or tampered with.

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

The possibilities are
too monstrous to gamble with.

What possibilities?

I think you better
tell them, Doctor.

(SIGHING)

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

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

First, botulinus.

We have 1,200 grams
in six flasks.

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

that city is a morgue
in four hours.

It is an ideal weapon,
God forgive the phrase,

because it destroys
only people.

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

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

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

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

it would still be safe.

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

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

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

since he communicated
its existence to anyone.

There's something beyond
the botulinus?

Yes, the second weapon.

Also a virus, air borne.

But self-perpetuating.
Indestructible.

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

It perhaps, will never die.

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

but one which
describes it perfectly.

The Satan Bug.

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

everyone here
would be dead
in a few seconds.

California would be a tomb
in a few hours.

In a week,

all life,
and I mean all life,

would cease
in the United States.

In two months,
two months at the most,

the trapper in Alaska,
the peasant on the Yangtze,

the aborigine in Australia,
dead.

All dead.

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

Nothing, nothing can stop
the Satan Bug.

What would be
the last to go?

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

Perhaps an Eskimo
deep in the Arctic.

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

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

The Satan Bug is
behind that door.

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

I must make you understand.

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

then it does not matter.

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

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

and left open,
then the airlock room
is lethal.

Open this door for more than
five seconds

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

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

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

We've no option.

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

(SQUEAKING)

All right,
you're all set.

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

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

I know.

Well, I trust your intentions,

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

You wonder if I can
go through staying in there?

Yes.
So do I.

Eric, do you have your gun?

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

open that airlock door
just a crack and use it.

It's below atmospheric
pressure in there,

so the outside air
will rush in.

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

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

I know.

(AIR LOCK WHIRRING)

(SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING)

There's no danger.

Baxter's in there.
He's dead.

(SQUEAKING)

Botulinus.

There was
a accident last month,
a technician.

Oh, no, it is all right.

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

What about
the Satan Bug, Dr. Hoffman?

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

It is gone.

And the botulinus.

All the flasks.
Yes. They are all gone.

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

Baxter walked out
last night.

He was checked out. He was!

BARRETT: Somebody else
walked out.

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

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

I am?
Yes, sir.

You're already registered.

I am?
You certainly are.

Hello, Lee, darling.

Thank you, very much.

Don't mention it.

I thought you'd
never get here.

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

Well, I hope
you saved one for me.

I certainly did.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm using a new strategy,
darling.

I thought you might like
the Mata Hari type.

But that telegram,
"The sooner the better."

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

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

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

You need a wife's influence.

Ann, honey,
what are you doing here?

Isn't this a beautiful part
of the desert?

It's marvelous,
almost a hideaway.

Where is he?

About 10 miles from here.

Well, who's the cover
this time?

Me.

You?

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

and you're certainly not
a bit flattering.

You and I are spending
a quiet little weekend here.

Supposedly.

Oh.

What is it this time, Lee?

It's not good.

Why didn't you say so?

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

Green pepper burritos
and cold Mexican beer.

Ole.

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

Good morning, sir.
Good to see you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We've just learned
of the Satan Bug.

Baxter hadn't told you?

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

So were all of us.
A difficult decision.

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

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

And I warned him.

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

You think Baxter took it?

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

Baxter's dead?

Somehow two men
got into E Lab yesterday.

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

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

then he walked out
as Baxter.

As Baxter?
There must've been

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

everybody expected
to see Baxter.

So they saw Baxter.

And?

The other man
went through the fence
with the stuff.

Reagan must've stumbled
on them in the lab.

Does Cavanaugh
have any ideas?

None. But he's
all over the place

with fingerprint men
and cameras.

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

that will be of any value.

You agree
that it was an inside job?

Certainly an inside assist,
but too smooth to be caught

by fingerprints
and conversation.

Anyhow, sir, as you know,

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

Yes.

Lee,

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

Dr. Hoffman filled me in.

It's throwing that botulinus
that worries me.

That's the work
of a lunatic.

There're three
possibilities.

Foreign power, possible.

Criminals, hijackers,
improbable.

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

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

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

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

What sort of paranoid?

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

A messiah.

What kind of messiah?

Take your pick.

Extreme right,
extreme left.

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

to "Bomb Moscow
right now" fanatics.

My choice, a messiah.

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

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

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

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

Where were you
at midnight last night?

I beg your pardon?

This was delivered
about 10 minutes ago.

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

"I have what
you're looking for."

"I order your Citadel
of the Antichrist destroyed."

"The President
will publicly announce
immediate compliance."

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

Unsigned.

They were carried in.
Routine delivery of crates.

Carried in!

Phony.

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

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

It's so simple
it's ridiculous.

It's always the simple way
that works.

Nothing?
MAN: Nothing.

Only the fingerprints
that belong here.

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

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

No reason for the technicians
to open them.

Exactly.

We're just to see
that nothing gets out.

Nothing. Everything that
comes in stays...

Eric.

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

It was phoned in last night.

Pay phone,
Los Angeles Airport.

My God.

How did they even know
he was here?

Good question.

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

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

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

I think, except for
sealing off the area,

we should do
the exact opposite.

What do you mean?

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

Certainly whoever
took the bugs know.

But nobody outside
knows anything yet.

Keep it that way.
Leave it wide open.

Why?
So we don't force
anybody underground.

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

at Station Three.

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

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

It may be the break
we're looking for.

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

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

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

You cannot conduct this
like a normal investigation.

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

Only the flasks are important,
nothing else.

What do we say
about Baxter?

Tell them nothing.

What about this?
It doesn't exist.

(SIGHING)

I'll give the word
to Raskin.

CAVANAUGH: Raskin.

Anything, Mr. Barrett?

Mr. Cavanaugh will be in
in a moment.

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

To go into that vault.

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

Well, certainly,
whoever planned this
had accurate information.

Very accurate information.

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

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

Possession gives one
limitless power.

Military power?

And political power
and limitless wealth.

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

Isn't that enough
to tempt anyone?

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

a vaccine against
the Satan Bug?

As a scientist,
I cannot say never, but...

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

Tasserly,
institute a crash program.

Now.
Yes, sir.

Sir, except
for those present,

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

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

We say nothing
to anyone.

A murder?
What about Dr. Baxter?

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

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

How?
The usual way.

What are we
supposed to do?

What do you propose,
Mr. Tasserly?

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

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

TASSERLY: I'll go with you.

Somehow, I...

Well, I should
like to be on call.

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

Very well.

The General is here,
Dr. Michaelson.

All of this is being
transmitted to Washington
in detail.

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

Station Three personnel?

Yes.

That telegram.

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

It could be a maneuver.
The bugs are gone.

A lunatic
with the killer of all times.

Gives me the creeps.

This whole operation
gives me the creeps.

How was Florida?

Okay.
Quick trip.

No quicker than
it was scheduled.

How'd you make out?

I made out fine.

Where's Ainsley?

I don't know.

When did he get here?

He didn't.

What do you mean,
he didn't?

I mean
he didn't get here.

And he didn't call.

Did you call him?

No, I didn't.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yeah, this is
Dr. Ostrer's house.

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

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

To call who?

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

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

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

(PHONE CLICKS)

What the hell
are you doing here?

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

I do when I see that.

Is that Ostrer?

Yeah. They wiped him out.

Could he have been
the inside assist?

Could be.

Cavanaugh, please.

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

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

He's floating
at the bottom of the pool.

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

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

What does the name
Ainsley mean to you?

Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

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

Right at the top of the list
of crackpots.

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

I think, somewhere outside
of Phoenix. Nail him.

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

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

Now, honey,
what are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

The incident?

Florida.

GENERAL: Well,
it's happened, Lee.

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

We have helicopters
in the area

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

Meanwhile, the coast line
is blocked off

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

How'd it happen?

Nobody seems to know, exactly.

One reports says
there was a small explosion.

Then everyone downwind
started dying.

We've closed down
all the news media,

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

What's the attitude
in Washington?

I would describe it
as controlled panic.

What do they expect
you to do?

Find whoever it is.
Deal with him.

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

But meanwhile?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes. Speaking.

Oh, are they clear?

That bad, huh?

When will the film be here?

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

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

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

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

They checked out
everything and everybody
in Station Three,

except Hoffman.
I want you to get on Hoffman.

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

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

Yes, sir.

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

Get it here
as soon as it arrives.

Get me this number,
will you, Ann?

Now, you left
the research center
in Zurich

after you accepted
your position here.
Is that correct?

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

Reported to Washington?

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

before I boarded the Da Vinci.

And that was in...

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

Oh, I have it here.

You were out of touch
while touring?

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

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

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

Lee, we just got
the last word on Ainsley.

Looks like we're on target.

Excuse me.

Mr. Barrett.

Yes?

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

It sounded as if...

We think
it's the botulinus.

My God.
Why, Mr. Barrett?

We don't know.

But for what purpose?

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

He's disappeared.

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

He was last seen
in his New York place.

How long ago was that?
Eight months.

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

His ex-housekeeper
in New York

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

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

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

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

No.

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

No pictures,
newspaper morgue,
no personal stuff?

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

Visual description
from all concerned.

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

Distinguishing
characteristics, none.

No other leads,
nothing?
No.

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

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

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

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

Lunatic fringe, crank,
rich, with resources.

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

(PHONE RINGING)

Barrett here.

Thank you.
The film is here.

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

What?

I see.

Everything's perfect here.

What?

Where?

Where?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, we can.

Well?

No doubt about it.

Williams here. Thank you.

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

Michaelson said there's
no question about it.

Did they
tell them everything?

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

Not a thing.

I understand. Goodbye.

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

Except the connection
with Station Three.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yes.

Who is this?

Who is this?

All right, I'm listening.
Go ahead.

You have seen
what I have done in Florida.

You have ignored my order.

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

Who is this?

Who is this?

My name is
Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

Now listen,
don't hang up.

I'll agree to meet you
anywhere you say.

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

(PHONE CLICKS)

CAVANAUGH:
Operator! Operator!

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

Why not?
This is vitally important.

Well, why is it impossible?

I see.

This number can be reached
by an area code number.

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

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

AINSLEY ON TAPE:
Don't interrupt.

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

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

You have ignored my order.

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

Los Angeles next.

Noon tomorrow!

GENERAL: Who is this?

Who is this?

My name is
Charles Reynolds Ainsley.

GENERAL: Now listen,
don't hang up.

I'll agree to meet you
anywhere you say.

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

CAVANAUGH: Operator! Operator!

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

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

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

And he has those flasks.

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

We don't have time.

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

Sir.

Don't you think
we should capitulate?

Station Three
will only be the beginning.

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

Are you prepared
to take that chance?

Bring the tape recorder
with you.

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

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

What is it?

Why did he give his name?

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

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

You heard that voice.
A monstrous ego working.

No, sir,
there's something wrong.

GENERAL: What?

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

We'll be at Station Three.

I checked out
the car for you, Lee.

He got a flat
coming down the canyon.
Where?

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

A couple hundred feet
above split rock.

You remember, we caught
some trout there.

You can still see the marks
on the shoulder.

See you.

What's the significance
of the car, Lee?

Nothing, just checking,
you check everything.

Is that where
the car got the flat?

Well, the car
slipped off the jack.

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

so he abandoned it.

Come on.

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

Everybody figures

that whoever
took the bugs got out.

They're gone.

The inside assist,
Ostrer, he's dead.

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

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

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

Because he's got
something vital.

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

I don't understand.

Two men got into E Lab.

One got out as Baxter,
he walked out.

The other one
through the fence
with the bugs.

Let's say that they met
this third man,

who took all the flasks,
except two,

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

One flask for Florida.
One for Los Angeles.

I've got that.

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

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

Knock off Ostrer,
who's a threat somehow.

Let's say
he knocks off Ostrer,

comes down this road,
free and clear.

And then the nightmare
of all criminals happens.

The senseless accident.

The flat.
Right!

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

Now he's stuck.
What would you do?

I'd hitchhike down the road.

But the bugs?

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

and you wouldn't leave them
in the car.

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

Where you could
get to them when you
were free to

and where they'd stay cool.

The water.

I'd hide them in the water.

That's what I think.

Lee!

Whose car was that?

Just stand.

Perfectly still.

Handle that gently.

Those misses were intentional.

Stand exactly
where you are, Ann.

And that I presume
was Doctor Baxter?

Just put the flask
back in the box.

Sit down.

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

Thank you.

Absolutely no sign of them.

We checked out
Barrett's car.

No sign of violence
there or anywhere.

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

Have you heard
anything here?

No.

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

You know what
he's like, sir.

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

I don't either, sir.

The Highway Patrol
officer said...

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?

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

Put him on.
JOHNSON: Hello?

Yes, Johnson.

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

Keep looking.
Yes, sir.

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

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

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

I was very lucky.

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

Not outside of town.

Yes.

Barrett is liable to call us
anytime from anywhere.

I think it means nothing.

I've pulled
all the roadblocks.

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

GENERAL: No point in that.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

GENERAL: Yes?

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

GENERAL:
Put it through. Doctor.

DONALD: Doctor Hoffman?
Yes.

Hello, Gregor,
this is Donald.

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

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

Sorry you missed out,
the fishing was good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you.

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

Thank you.

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

and got to the flasks
before we did.

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

I know it was taking
a chance to call you.

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

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

Everything's fine, Donald.

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

It seems that Mr. Barrett
is so unpredictable

that nothing has been made
of their disappearance.

Did Los Angeles
go as planned, Veretti?

I put it there.

We will take them
with us.

That's dangerous.

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

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

GENERAL: What about
the manager?

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

Do you think Barrett saw you?
Possibly.

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

Can you see anything
going on in there?

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

Keep on the line.

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

Why? I don't understand.

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

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

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

Certainly not,
Cavanaugh.

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

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

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

And that's all we know.

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

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

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

losing the only advantage
we have.

MICHAELSON: What is that?

They will lead us
to Ainsley, to the flasks.

Only the flasks
are important.

This is the break
we've been praying for.

They're going to leave.
We let them.

Then we shadow them,
very carefully.

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

Now set it up.

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

But we could lose them
in the first town.

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

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

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

Set it up.
Yes, sir.

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

(HELICOPTER FLYING)

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

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

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

Incident in Florida
is related to this situation.

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

They're still traveling west
on 17.

They seem to be stalling.

They're almost
going around in circles.

Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unless I close in.

Don't close up,
stay out of sight

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

PILOT: Will do.

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

Tell him not to move
until he can make
absolutely sure

that the road ahead is clear.
Yes, sir.

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

Understood.

You'll have
no problem, Veretti?

None.

You know where I'll be.

It'd be better
if we stayed together.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

PILOT: Got 'em again.

They're moving down the grade.

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

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

Right.

Tell your follow car
to close up.

MAN: Zebra to X-Ray.

Position ahead
clear now, move up.

Understood. Moving up.

Donald!

Is he following?

I don't know.

Take that turn.

They've turned left
onto Seco Road now.

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

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

You want us to take them
if they spot us?

No!

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

Understood.

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

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Damn!

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

(HIGH-PITCHED
DRONING ON RADIO)

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

(BANGING RADIO)
Hello.

Ah, it's dead.

Come out
and keep your hands up!

Show yourself
and keep your hands
in the air.

Come out
and show yourself.

We're armed
with riot guns.

Now, come out of there
with your hands up!

All right,
drop that gun.

Tell them I'll throw it.

Don't move.

Just do exactly
whatever he tells you to do.

Toss the shotguns
on the ground.

Throw them down.

And the revolvers.

Easy!

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

Stay put.

Veretti?

What about the girl?

Why don't you
take her with you?

Lee.

Take her with you.

Ann,

get out of here.

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

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

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

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

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

the three of us
are dead men.

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

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

This isn't water,
it's kerosene.

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

(SCRAPING)

Sand. Put sand on it!

ANN: Lee!

BARRETT: Let's go!

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

Something's wrong,
Cavanaugh.

Two more minutes,
and we go in there.

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

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

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

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

Come in, X-Ray, come in.

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

Come in.

Zebra to X-Ray,
come in.

Come in, X-Ray.

This is Zebra,
come in, X-Ray.

Come in,
this is Barrett.

Cone in, X-Ray,
this is Zebra.

Come in,
this is Barrett.

Cone in, X-Ray,
come in.

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

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

I always have been.

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

But it would not help you.

The flask in Los Angeles.

Exactly.

You cannot evacuate the city.

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

If things go your way

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

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

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

On the other side.

I determined in
the laboratory

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

I can easily apply that.

I spotted
the station wagon again.

They're still moving north
on Seco Road.

Any sign of
the follow car?

No.

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

A lot of orange flame
on the horizon.

You'd better get
somebody in there, fast.

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

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

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

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

What happened to him?

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

hired by Baxter
from Austria.

Did you kill him
or did you have him killed?

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

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

If you were more familiar
with the name Ainsley,

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

Sometimes a little bit of
knowledge goes a long way.

The accent? Easy.

I lived for years
in Austria.

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

was a world famous chemist.

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

But Ostrer did.
You had everyone fooled
but Ostrer.

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

That tone is
surprisingly juvenile,
Mr. Barrett.

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

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

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

Somehow you made
two telephone calls.

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

in the stream
and the other
to the General.

So you could give us
your ultimatum on Los Angeles.

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

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

That's correct.

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

I made them from
Station Three.

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

(SIRENS WAILING)

Don't try it, Mr. Barrett.

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

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

Ambulance section
re-designated, C.

Repeat, ambulance section
re-designated, C.

Control requests
the following be read
at five minute intervals.

An unidentified
scientific research
installation

based in Southern California
has ceased operation.

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

There he is.

Who's that with him?

I don't know.

You're under arrest,
Doctor Hoffman.

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

What are you
doing here, Barrett?

That's a long story.

Get out of the car, Doctor.

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

All right,
hand it over, Doctor.

Right now.

The end of the line?

All right,
get into the car, Doctor.

Better come along
with us, Barrett.

How did you get here?

We're spread
all over the place.

This is one of
50 we're covering.

What about the girl
and the two other guys?

I don't know.
Where's Cavanaugh?

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

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

until we get him
to Station Three.

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

Yes.

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

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

Anybody hurt?

No, he was lucky.

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

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

It'll be hours.

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

Look at all those cans
and busted beer bottles.

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

You got a match?

Would you look at the jerk
handling that tow truck?

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

Oh, boy,
that's all we need.

A sidewalk superintendent.

Wise guy, huh?

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

Where's Hoffman?

Dad! Dad!

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

they threw a flask
back at the gas station.

What happened to Barrett,
where is he?

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

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

Sir.

Where is the Satan Bug?

Hoffman took it.
He changed cars

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

It was a green Ford sedan.

License?
Oh, I don't know,

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

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

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

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

The flask is harmless now.

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

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

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

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

did anyone say anything
about Los Angeles? Anything?

No. Nothing.

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

Yes, sir.
We're already on it.

But there are an awful lot of
green Fords around.

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

Guns, money, watches,
phony drivers license

and keys.

Maybe one of the keys
fits something in Los Angeles.

But how the hell
do we check that?

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Sounds like the ignition.

Take a look
at that fuel pump.

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

posing as Cavanaugh's men,
did you?

Okay, I've got the gun now.

Put the bottle down
and step away from it

before that copter of yours
settles down.

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

This is the end of the line,
Ainsley.

For real now.

Put the bottle down
and step away from it

or I'll blow
a hole in your head!

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

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

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

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

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

Why do you think
Baxter waited so long

before telling anyone
about the Satan Bug.

Why do you think
he was working nights?
Weekends?

The vaccine!

Well, I waited for
the vaccine.

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

You were wrong
about him, too.

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

He just knew
about the vaccine

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

And the vaccine is
in my bloodstream.

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

But you told us
what the Satan Bug would do.

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

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

Even so,
he believed every word I said.

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

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

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

Now, nobody really knows
about this.

Theoretically, yes.

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

Perhaps it will
destroy all life.

Perhaps.

Certainly it could
destroy millions.

Do you want to test it?

Mr. Ainsley?
Yes.

I was watching for you
and saw the car stop.

Thought I'd better
pick you up here.

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

Yes, sir.

Any trouble, Mr. Ainsley?
No, no.

Well, Mr. Barrett?

The flask is still in
Los Angeles.

Still nothing?
I'm afraid not, sir.

Nothing on Los Angeles,
nothing at all?

Nothing of any consequence.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Only two tie-ups
to Los Angeles.

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

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

Starting from the top.

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

Glendale 73.

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

every phone number
beginning with 73,

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

Yes.

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

Hold on, Jack,
take this.

Well, they found
the green car.

Where?
It was abandoned
in front of a restaurant

next to a service station
near Palmdale.

They were both closed,

but a watchman in
a gravel yard
across the street

saw the green car park
and two men get out.

He described
Hoffman perfectly.

And the other man?

It sounds like Barrett.

Well, what happened to them?

There were two other men
waiting in a black car.

They held guns
on the first two.

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

Didn't the night watchman
try to stop them?

No.

God!

There's something else.

The watchman said
one of the men was
carrying something

that looked like
a small flask.

No license plate
on the black car?

Wrong angle,
couldn't see it.

(SIGHING)

Eric.

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

That could be a flask.

It is a flask.

I think all these
are flasks.

That is something real.

He's unconsciously
trying to draw
or doodle something.

What is it?

Those lines look like
parking dividers
on a parking lot.

Sir, look at this.

ANN: A diamond?

A baseball diamond?

A baseball stadium?

Jack, give me that.

Put me on Los Angeles 47
right away.

(CARS HONKING)

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

They can't run away.
Nobody can.

There's plenty of time.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Anything?

MAN: Nothing.

Anything over there?

Nothing yet.

Telephone for you,
Captain.

It's Mr. Cavanaugh.

Hello!

Yes, we're here looking.
Nothing.

Yes, they're looking there.

Of course,
we'll look in there.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

We'll be running out of land
pretty soon.

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

Don't press,
Mr. Barrett.

Judas H. Priest!

Get Olsen!

Olsen!

MAN: Fifteen, 20 degrees,
eight miles.

Now, here is
the helicopter, sir.

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

Fifteen, fifteen degrees,
four miles.

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

No voice contact?

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

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

Hold that.

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

Sometimes you're
booby trapped.

You cut the wires and

phfft.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

That's it.

Now, don't anybody
move a muscle,

till we get this
thing collected.

We're heading for Catalina.

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

As much as you have
of destroying
Station Three.

That's not very clear
thinking, Ainsley.

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

I've got nothing to lose.

Except this.

I see, he takes you
to a yacht,

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

That's right.

You'll become everything,
everyone else, nothing!

And then?

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

What are your plans
for the world, Ainsley?

War, peace,
back to the middle ages?

Forward to the future?

It doesn't make
any difference
what you choose,

because it all means
one thing to you.

Power!
Power for its own sake!

You're a little man
again, Ainsley.

Where's the flask?

Your life for Los Angeles.

Oh, no. Los Angeles
will be my epitaph.

BARRETT ON RADIO:
Los Angeles radio, come in.

Los Angeles radio, come in.

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

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

Hoffman's over the side.

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

We found it, Lee,
it's safe.

What about Ann?

I'm here, Lee.

She's here with us.

What was that
you said about Hoffman?

He jumped!

Oh, and tell Cavanaugh
to stop looking for Ainsley.

Ainsley and Hoffman
were the same man.

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

I'm a little rusty
at these things.

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

and for God's sake
make a good landing.

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

And then we're right back
where we started.