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Outer space.

Limitless and timeless.

Filled with cosmic explosions
and endless turbulence.

An infinite playground
for that occasional blazing visitor,

the comet.

At first comets terrified man.

He thought they were signals
of impending catastrophe.

But he got used to them
and he gave names to them

and waited for them
to drop by like old friends.

This one has come from behind the sun,

moving across the heavens
at 108.000 miles an hour,

and has never before
been seen by man.

The asteroid belt.

A vast junkyard
of metal and rock orbiting the sun

between Jupiter and Mars.

Thousands of fragments,

some as small as a fist

some as large as a city.

And amongst these...

Orpheus.

Twenty miles In diameter and undisturbed
for countless generations...

until now.

Give me the horn.

What exactly do you want?

- Is Dr Paul Bradley aboard?
- Who's asking?

I've got orders from NASA
to bring in Dr Paul Bradley.

Is he aboard?
This is an emergency.

So's this. We're trying to win a race.

We're going to have
to cut across your bow.

All right goddammit.
We're coming in!

Mr Sherwood told me to get you off
the boat and on your way to Houston.

There's a special jet for you.

- You would've cut across my bow?
- Yes, sir.

I would've rammed you.

And gone straight to the bottom, sir.

Don't go away. I could be right back.

Dr Bradley,
it's good to see you again.

Good to see you again.

- You owe me $10.
- I do?

- I got my handicap down to 12.
- No wonder it's good to see me again.

- Yes?
- Bradley's here.

Good. Send him In.

It's yours. Mr Sherwood..

Oh, good to see you. Come in, come in.

- Sorry to do this to you.
- Not at all.

Yes, I did that. I called Helen and
asked her to send your clothes.

Hello? Mr Sherwood's office.

I, uh...

I didn't know that you and she were...

- You've met General Easton.
- Once, in Washington.

- Good of you to come.
- Sam Mason, CAP commander.

Peter Watson, our flight director.

Why don't you put that down and
let me fix you a small Scotch.

A large one.

- Good.
- We could all use one, I think.

Why don’t we sit around the table?

Take your coat off.

- How big is your boat?
- Fifty-two feet

An awful lot's been happening here,
Paul. And none of it good.

Harry, I left NASA five years ago.

- Why am I back?
- Let me tell you.

Gentlemen, help yourselves.

Seven days ago, Palomar Observatory
reported the discovery of a new comet.

- General.
- Thank you.

Nothing unusual in that
They spot nine or ten every year,

either themselves
or other observatories.

But... it's where this one
seemed to be going.

- The asteroid belt.
- Go on.

When they called me, it was a couple
of hundred thousand miles from the belt.

Challenger II, our space probe to Mars,
was in the vicinity.

General Eaton’s son,
Tom, was commanding.

We got in touch with them,

and then we...

I...

changed their pro gramme.

That was last Friday.

Challenger II,
do you read me?

We read you.

How do you feel
about making a slight detour?

Anything to break the monotony.
What do you call slight?

Two days, four hours and 32 minutes.

What happens to our schedule?

Don't concern yourself, Tom.
We'll take care of everything.

- Mars will have to wait.
- Whatever you say.

- Where are we going?
- The asteroid belt.

- What for?
- A Comet's about to go through it.

- They go through all the time.
- It's a first for this one.

It was wrenched out of orbit
by Jupiter's gravitational pull.

- How big is this comet?
- 480 kilometers in diameter,

which makes its nucleus large enough
to do real damage if it hits anything.

It's headed straight toward Orpheus,
the big one in the center.

Where do we park?

Park alongside Vesta,
about 25,000 kilometers this side.

You'll be there three hours
before the comet.

We want all the information you can
give us on size and orbital elements.

- Take a few pictures?
- A lot of pictures.

We've already started things down here.
You'll change course in five minutes.

- Is my old man with ya?
- He's here.

- Tell him hello.
- Will do.

As I said before, that was last Friday.

Yesterday, Sunday morning,
at 1100 hours,

they started to pull up alongside Vesta.

- We got it?
- Yes, we've got it

- Can you zoom in on Orpheus for us?
- Can do.

Beautiful.

- Let's have some information.
- I'll take some measurements.

For the next hour and a half,
they read the belt for us.

Then what we were waiting for
finally appeared.

Magnetic field measuring zero.

It'll go straight through like salt.

It's gonna hit it!

- Get away from there.
- It's coming apart in a million pieces!

I don't think I can ever forgive myself.

- I should have figured...
- No guilt Harry.

- We'd all have given the same orders.
- Who knows about this?

Nobody at the moment.

We'll have put out a release
right after this meeting.

Why am I here?

A chunk of Orpheus is heading
towards Earth, a pretty big one.

There are a lot of little pieces
with it and in front of it

It's the big one we're worried about

The figures haven't been worked out,
but six days from now we could be hit.

- We have to be prepared.
- That's why we put Hercules up there.

Will you let me finish?

I've convened a meeting at NASA
headquarters in Washington for tomorrow.

Lucas, Steinberg, Fillmore,
others you know will be there.

I want you to come to that meeting.

- I'll come to your meeting.
- We appreciate it Paul.

I've delayed a flight
You're leaving in one hour.

Up-to-date material on Hercules.
Something to read.

Your hotel room has been booked.

Gladys has your expense arrangements.

Why don't you stick a broom up my ares?
I would sweep the carpet on the way out.

Haven't changed, have you?

See you in the morning.

The Coast Guard towed
Rob Samuelson to harbor...

Among the other nine who failed to finish was
Dr Peterson's Maverick from Seattle,

who was disqualified for crossing
the line prior to start.

John Slabin's Mary Bee collided
with Arnold Parker's Swan.

Both suffered sufficient
damage to withdraw.

The big surprise today was
Paul Bradley's Blithe Spirit,

which withdrew for no apparent
reason early in the race.

John Dunning
had a running battle with...

- Hello.
- It's late, I wanted to...

Paul. Where are you?
Why aren't you on the boat?

Uh, Washington.

- How are the kids?
- Uhh...

Jimmy's gota cold, and...

Julie's bound to get it and we're
still fighting about homework.

Apart from that, they're fine.

- What are you doing in Washington?
- I'm not sure yet

I was just phoning to let
you know where I am.

How are you?

Oh... Not bad, you know.

- Paul?
- Tell the kids I love them.

There's a chunk of Orpheus
is heading towards Earth.

It's pretty big. There are a lot of little
pieces with it and in front of it.

But it's the big one
we're worried about.

The figures haven't been worked out,
but six days from now we could he hit.

Sorry I'm late.

You and everybody else.

- Let me tell you about that, Paul...
- Either we're in the wrong room,

or a lot of brainpower's
lost in Washington.

Nobody else is coming.

- Lucas, Fillmore, Steinberg?
- I didn't ask them.

- Why not?
- You know damn well why not.

Because we don't need them!

You. You originated Hercules.

Cut it out, Paul. I know how you feel.

- Dredging up old...
- I'm dredging up nothing.

- I can taste it right now.
- Now, look

It wasn't my decision to turn Hercules...

- Is it my decision into what?
- Will you listen to me?

It wasn't designed as a nuclear weapon,
with 14 warheads pointing right down at Russia.

- Not only Russia.
- Or China. Whatever else!

Those rockets were supposed
to point outwards, not in!

They were meant to defend us against the
god-damned threat we're facing now.

- Listen. Didn't I yell at them?
- Yeah.

Didn't I stand up for you
while you're away?

Then listen to me!

Will you listen to me?

That meteor's five miles wide
and it's definitely gonna hit us!

It would make a hole big enough
to put the Atlantic into its stomach.

Shit! Five miles.

Now walk out!

And what about General Adlon?
Isn't he in charge of Hercules?

Adlon's a good man, technically.

But he's two-dimensional.
You know that.

We've got to find a way
to move him out.

That's problem number one.
Problem number two,

there are about 100 guys
stupid enough to resist using Hercules

because of what
it would mean politically.

- What am I supposed to do about that?
- Help me ride over them.

OK, you son of a bitch. I'll help,
but I want it straight up and down.

Straight up and down. You've got my word.

Those rockets have got to be realigned
and we've got exactly five days.

I hope no one has been so foolish not to make
contact with the Russians about all this.

It would be highly inadvisable...

No one would think of doing that
without your approval, Mr Secretary.

You can be sure they know all there is
to know about the meteor by now.

But they probably don't know
what we're planning to do.

What we're discussing.
I hope it's still discussion.

General Adlon, I assure you
that no decisions have been made.

That's what this meeting's
been called for, to decide what to do.

You're in charge of Project Hercules.

And if the result of this meeting
is to make use...

There's nothing else we can do.
The only thing we've got out there is Hercules.

Dammit Hercules is not up there either,
as far as anybody but we are concerned.

And it's got to stay that way.
We have never admitted to Hercules.

- If we admit to it now...
- We have to!

You can't keep the whole world
in the dark about what's going on.

Once they know that a five-mile hunk of
rock is gonna hit the world at 30,000 mph,

the people will want to know what
the hell we intend to do about it.

You're gonna tell the entire world
we have nuclear rockets out there

in direct contradiction to every
international agreement we've ever made?

That's an invitation to being called
liars and warmongers, and...

it's international murder if we don't!

What do you want to do?

You want to meet it
with BB guns and slingshots?

Please! Gentlemen!

Dr Bradley, would you please tell us
what would happen...

if this meteor struck us?

A massive rock, one mile wide,

traveling at 30,000 miles per hour,

would cause a crater 50 miles across
and five miles deep.

Orpheus is five miles wide.

Its striking force is equal to...

2,500,000 megatons of TNT.

That is ten orders of magnitude

above the largest earthquake
ever recorded.

It would throw into the atmosphere,
five billion tons of earth,

and reduce solar radiation
for decades to come.

It could cause another Ice Age.

What if the thing doesn't hit?
There's some chance of mathematics.

Every scientific facility...

You have been wrong before!

You were wrong to send
Challenger II off its course!

Shut up!
I don't have to listen to this!

Gentlemen, please!

You're out of order!

At ease, gentlemen.
Dr Bradley, where are you going?

I need air.

I don't give a damn what Russia says
about America or vice versa.

I told you what's gonna happen
when that meteor hits.

And if you think you can prevent it by...

burying your heads under a blanket of shit.
Fine.

If you reach a decision,
I'll be in the bar across the street.

I'll be back here. I have to discuss
this at the White House.

In time,
because there's damn little time.

We are now going to replay a recording

of a broadcast made
by them earlier today.

The British Cabinet met to discuss the
announcement by Remodel Bank Observatory

that a piece of an asteroid
knocked out of orbit by a comet

is on possible collision course
with Earth.

In less than a week, this giant
object could strike our planet,

causing untold damage
and great loss of life.

The Prime Minister is in consultation
with the American President...

Put the game on!

and volunteered every assistance
the government can give.

We consider it deplorable

that the American people
should he dependent on the BBC

to supply us with facts
that we have a right to know.

I consider it deplorable
I don't have a drink.

- Yes, sir?
- Scotch.

- A large one.
- A large one.

What happened?

They're calling the President.

What if he says no?

A couple of years ago,

my son, Andy, started to complain
about pains in his stomach.

All the junk food kids eat,
I wasn't a bit surprised.

But he kept on complaining.

So I had a talk with Miriam
and we decided to take him to a doctor.

Just for an opinion, you understand.

Appendicitis, the doctor said.

Miriam said, "Let's wait till tomorrow.
The pain will go away."

You know my Miriam. She can't stand
the thought of an operation.

That night when she went to bed,

she cried herself to sleep.

I went and picked him up
and took him to a hospital.

Six hours later his appendix was out,
he was feeling better,

having a nice feeling, you know what?
Miriam was all smiles.

You get my point?

Yeah.

How do you sneak me into a position
where I can fire nuclear warheads...

without Miriam knowing?

I'll do it,

if I can't do it any other way.

Is there a Mr Sherwood. here?

Yeah, that's me.

Telephone, you can take it there,
right through there.

Thanks.

Mr Secretary, I'd rather not call back.
I'd appreciate it if you held on.

Yes, Dr Bradley is checking out
the information to verify.

Yes, sir, I do think it's urgent.

- No, sir. Paul.
- In a minute.

It's coming up now, sir.

- What do I tell him?
- How good is his health?

- Confirmed?
- Confirmed. Hercules is light.

Mr Secretary, it's been confirmed.

So, what you're telling me is that...

even if we admit to Hercules

and I give you my permission
to realign the rockets,

we still need more firepower?

More nuclear mega-tonnage?
More rockets?

That's right Mr President.

- Mr Secretary, do we have more rockets?
- Not in space, sir.

What the hell are we supposed to do,
conjure them out of air?

Mr President, would you confirm
what I'm about to say?

The Russians have their own equivalent
of Hercules out in space.

True or not true?

True.

Mr President, we need
the combined power of theirs and ours.

- They'll never admit they got it.
- We'll make them admit.

- How?
- General Adlon,

for the time being,
before this crisis is resolved,

I am putting Dr Bradley in charge
of Operation Hercules.

I am relying on you to give him
every aid and assistance.

- Mr President, I hope I'm public-spirited enough...
- I'm sure you are.

Listen, I think I have a solution
to this problem.

- Where will you be this evening?
- We're flying to New York immediately.

Make sure you hear my broadcast at 8.00.

That's all, gentlemen. Thank you.

You're going to ask what
steps have been taken to...

make sure that this meteor never comes
anywhere near the Earth's surface.

I'm happy to tell you that realizing...

that such an emergency as this could arise,

your government,

in collaboration with the best
scientific brains at its disposal,

developed a project
to deal with this emergency.

And that project has been named Hercules.

What is Hercules?

Hercules is an armed,
orbiting satellite

its nuclear weaponry
aimed toward outer space.

Right name. Wrong direction.

What can Hercules do?

It can send, at the press of a bottom,

enough power to destroy any foreign body...

on a collision course with our planet.

But, in this case,
a special circumstance has arisen.

The meteor is of such size and velocity
that even this powerful weapon...

cannot do the job entirely.

But fortunately, the Russians, with the
same foresight that we ourself possessed,

also mounted their own defense weapon.

We do not know what the Russians
have called their weapon,

but we know it exists.

And we are going to ask them to
combine their nuclear power with ours,

so that together we will be able
to deal with the meteor,

to strike it with irresistible force

and to end forever
its potential danger to us all.

I will, myself,
be speaking with the Russians,

immediately after I finish this broadcast.

- The game is on.
- Good night.

And God bless you.

Hello?

- Do you have a pass for Dr Bradley?
- Good morning, sir.

- General Adlon come in yet?
- Half an hour ago.

- How far down?
- Right next to an old subway station,

a section that runs under the Hudson.

It made it easy for us to bring
the equipment in and it saved millions.

Why not some sensible place,
like Houston?

Mm-mmm.

This has easy access to a total
telecommunications set-up well above our heads.

And nobody in their right minds

would think of putting their most
important emergency striking power

under the busiest city in the world.

This is Dr Bradley.

Can I see your pass, sir?

Would you mind signing it sir?

Thank you.

Command to Internal.

Central Control, call 8-1-2-4.

General Adlon, most impressive.

Thank you. A message for you.

Normally we work with 25, but since it's
an emergency I brought in the full crew.

Ahh... Good news.
The Russians are coming.

I would like that on record that I consider
allowing the Russians...

to come into this center a grave error,

which one day the United States
may bitterly regret.

- I'd like to meet some of the staff.
- Of course.

General, may I use your office
for a moment?

Certainly. This way.

This is our chief technician,
Rolf Manheim.

- Rolf.
- Dr Bradley.

You have been teaching my nephew at the
Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

- Ben Manheim.
- Yes.

He's a bright boy.
He'll be teaching me in a couple of years.

All stations give status now.

This is our valued trajectory analysis officer,
Jan Watkins.

- Hello.
- I suppose you're tied into 1180?

No. At 360,
with a custom-designed memory.

Like I said, I'll be asking you
and your computer a lot of questions.

- We'll give you a lot of prompt answers.
- Triple-checked.

My assistant, Alan Marshall.

Dr Bradley, I've got Sir Michael Hughes from the
Jodrell Bank Observatory on the monitor.

He'd like a word with you.

Excuse me.

I'm Bill Hunter, in charge of tracking.

How are you?
What else are you linked with besides England?

Hong Kong, Arecibo and New South Wales.

- Good morning, Michael.
- Good evening, Paul.

I didn't expect to see you
until Wimbledon.

Assuming there'll be a Wimbledon.

What have you got first?

We can expect the first splinters in 24 hours.

Doubtful if we can track them unless
they're in clusters. We'll do our best.

Anything else?

Nothing at this moment.
I just wanted to make contact with you

We'll keep in constant touch.
Until then.

Paul, the Russian astrophysicist
you asked for?

- Dr Dubov?
- He's arriving at 7.30 this evening, Washington.

Dr Dubov, are we glad to see you here!

Thank you.

Twenty-two, 47, colon, 56 point 55.

He assumes this is an accurate
satellite remodelling.

Or is the direction
of the rocket just accidental?

Forget it!

I am not prepared
to volunteer strategic information.

- Is that what I said?
- Yes, sir.

- Please.
- Thank you.

What striking power does it carry?

I'd prefer you got that
information from Dr Bradley.

Good morning.

Fourteen rockets,
each carrying a 100 megaton bomb.

Welcome to New York Dr Dubov.

- Everything in duplicate?
- It's a procedure.

How else do we know we're
being interpreted properly?

I think we could all start
by trusting each other.

Otherwise, what's the point?

If it's a matter of choosing,
I'll take the pretty one.

And the pretty one is Tatiana
Nikolaevna Donskaya.

- Did I say it right?
- Very good.

Astrophysicist and Dr Dubov's English voice.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

And the captain is General
Adlon's Russian voice.

- Sir.
- Hi.

Since it appears we are redundant here,
if you'll excuse us.

Mr Sherwood.,
I'd like to see you outside.

I'll see if I can't calm him down.

He thinks General Adlon is
not pleased to see him.

General, I know this is difficult
for you, but I would...

Mr Sherwood!

Fifteen minutes ago, I spoke to
the Secretary of Defense,

who seems more aware
of the complexity of the situation.

- But...
- His orders are, and I quote,

"No change in the direction of our rockets...

until the Russians admit they've got their
own rockets and also agree to realign them."

- Is that understood?
- Look.

Why don't you Xerox
100 copies of that report,

pass them out among
100 guys in Washington,

then organize a 100
meetings to discuss it

By that time the meteor will have hit,
and we won't have any more problems.

He doesn't mean to criticize,

but you will not find it easy
to hit a meteor

with your warheads
pointing toward the USSR.

We call ours Hercules.
What do you call yours?

How can one give a name
to that which does not exist

Then who the hell put up this thing
called Peter the Great

its warheads pointing
at the United States?

Chinese, perhaps.

Dr Dubov, we've gota slight problem.

If Peter the Great does not exist,
we are out of business.

But if it does exist,

I'd have to know what weapons
it would be carrying...

where it was...

and what frequencies we would
have to use to align it with Hercules.

Now, for purposes of discussion only...

He understands the importance
of your questions.

If he had been involved in the construction
of such an illegal weapon...

he could then, of course,
theoretically, answer those questions.

Then would you be prepared,
theoretically, of course...

to work out the details with me
as to how we link the satellites?

Yes, he would be ready.

Before we do that,

what would you have designed
your striking power to be?

Sixteen rockets, each carrying
mega-tonnage, the same as your own.

That gives us a billion plus.

Theoretically.

Theoretically.

I give the floor
to the first speaker on my list,

a representative of Canada.

We have information that a
disturbance of earthquake proportions

has occurred somewhere in Siberia.

I believe that all of us here
are aware of that fact.

But would the Russian delegate tell us
what was the cause of this disturbance?

Mr President,
we would like to request a recess

while we consult further
with our government.

At my next target, it will be 2300,
and we are to proceed in test number 36.

Good morning.

- Did you get any sleep last night?
- A couple of hours. How about you?

I played gin rummy and lost.
What's the Russian girl like?

Very nice, very bright and forget it.

I missed you.

We are approaching X plus six minutes
on the attitude control test AT-21

and all station monitors are green.

With compliments.

I had them strip your bed
and put on some proper sheets.

- That's great, honey.
- I've also got you some decent soap,

because using the stuff here
is like washing your hands with a rock.

- Thank you. That's a very pretty scarf.
- Thank you.

Will Jim Jackson
report to the security office.

His hours are all confused.

- How about you?
- Oh, I'm all right

System analysis team
will review the power problems

at 08:00 tomorrow in conference room.

- Should I wake him?
- Let him sleep. Have some coffee.

Commands for attitude control updates
programmed in Hercules.

How long have you been with him?

I've known him for ten years.

But I've only worked with him for five.

Why did you choose astrophysics?

- It chose me.
- How?

I was a telephone operator
at a center for controller flight

in a cosmo drome
by Kannur in Middle Asia.

I knew your language
because when I was a child

my mother kept giving
me books in English

and telling me that one day
I would be grateful to her.

I suppose I am.
Would you like one of these?

No, thanks. Go on.

Then, about ten years ago,
some British scientists came to Russia

to meet with some of our people.

Alexei Serich, our Sleeping Beauty,

needed someone to translate for him,
and they asked me.

His English voice.

When I finished,
he asked me to stay on with him

as interpreter and third assistant.

He was married to Olga Alekseevna then,
his first wife.

- How many's he had?
- He's on his fourth.

He's sleeping alone now,
but just not very often.

You know,
it's very nice talking with you.

Thank you.

We've been talking for almost two days.

No. I've been talking
with you and Dubov.

I mean talking with "you", you.

- Very attractive.
- Thank you, again.

- Then...
- Then?

- Astrophysics.
- Oh!

Well, I realized
that space fascinated me.

Alexei Serich saw this
and he encouraged me.

He arranged for me to go to university.

And when I returned,
I was an astrophysicist.

- That's when I met my husband.
- Your husband?

He was a cosmonaut.
We were together for three years.

And then he went
on an exploratory mission,

and he didn't come back.

And now? Is there anyone?

Nothing serious.
Not really.

Dr Bradley,
Sir Michael is reporting on the monitor.

There are meteors over Central Europe.

Ah, Paul, the observatory
in Frascati is reporting.

There's a cluster big enough to track
coming in over Italy south of Pisa.

Speed of approach,
15,000 metres per second.

They've burnt up!
The clusters evaporated.

Frascati says that
not one of them got through.

The whole thing's been nothing more
than a gigantic fireworks display.

Thank you, Michael.
That's the best news we've got yet

We'll try and keep it that way.

Bradley!

I think we can assume
the emergency's over.

This particular one, and the
emergency in general.

It's a pity the world's been sent
into a state of unnecessary panic.

There's your threat,
Dr Bradley, a fireworks display!

Tell this arsehole once and for all,
Orpheus will not burn up. It's too damn big!

We've got enough to deal with here, General.

We don't need any
additional aggravation from you!

Not one promise
of calamity has come true.

As far as I'm concerned,
not a single one will!

When common sense is restored

and the President has returned
the control of this center to me,

I shall return to this center!

He wishes to telephone
the Russian Embassy in Washington.

The USSR

is not unaware of the seriousness
of this situation.

We have, therefore, decided

to add to the power of Hercules

the considerable power
that we, ourselves, possess.

A satellite, developed before
the United States developed theirs.

But which we designed and constructed

for the purpose of defense
against possible disasters

such as the one confronting us now.

For that purpose only!

The USSR will always support any exercise,

the primary object of which is...

to the benefit of mankind.

To Peter the Great.

And to the Russian for the
cutting of the red tape.

Peter the Great.

Dr Dubov would like to tell you a few
words he heard from a taxi driver

when he was last in America.

Walk the Dodgers!

Attitude correction complete.
Situation nominal.

This is Goldstone, Houston.

We have a realignment interruption.
Realignment interruptted.

We copied also readjustment malfunction.

One of the latch relays on rocket
No. 3 may he hung up.

We have to re-set.
Send us the back-up command...

and update the guidance systems to account
for the delayed firing time. Roger.

Co-variance matrix
has been recalculated.

All Hercules
back-up systems are ready.

Attitude correction complete.
Situation nominal.

I'll wait till we see
the whites of its eyes.

07:00 Sunday.

It's been eight hours since
a splinter struck the Swiss Alps.

But only now has the enormity
of what has happened begun to sink in.

There's never been anything like this before.

Avalanches and storms
have destroyed whole villages,

but nothing on the scale of
what's happened here today.

Help is coming from all over the world,

ambulances, helicopters,
rescue equipment and supplies.

Dead casualties are being taken
to churches and town halls.

Those still alive are rushed
to hospitals for resuscitation.

So many skiers and holiday-makers
here at this time of year,

and so many of them are unregistered.

There's no way of telling who they are.

Anyone who has reason to believe

that friends or relatives have been
in this area during the last weeks

should go immediately
to the Swiss emergency offices

that have been opened up
in Bahnhofstrasse, Zurich.

The whole tragedy has been heightened
by the loss of 12,000 contestants

in the cross-country marathon, which started
only an hour before the splinter hit.

The cameraman and crew who shot
this film left the area by helicopter

only minutes before the disaster.

In the minds of people everywhere,
the question is,

where next and what about
the big one due on Sunday,

closing on Earth
at 30,000 miles an hour?

We can only hope,

as the President of the United States
of America has assured us,

that we are in safe hands.

This is Osman Ragheb in Zurich,

returning you
to the ABC Studios in New York.

My God.

As simply as you can, Mr Sherwood.,

what's the procedure now?

The satellites are orbiting
with Earth 22,500 miles out in space.

Since they are in different orbits,

and in order for them
to reach the target together,

they will have to be fired
at different times.

Peter the Great first,

and then 40 minutes later, Hercules.

Approximately 2 hours after that,
they will explode

at a designated distance
from the target.

Can anything go wrong?

Well...

once the rockets have been launched,

they switch over to their own
internal decision-making systems.

And if these systems perform perfectly
on their own, there's no problem.

But if there's a malfunction...

What are the odds?

Mr President, you know
we've never done this before.

The odds?

Your guess is as good as mine.

If you fail?

The meteor will hit Earth
two hours later.

Hit it, Mr Sherwood...

Get rid of it.

- What is it? What's happened?
- Oh, nothing.

Nothing. I just wondered
if you'd taken time to eat.

Yes, I, uh, had some coffee.

That will only make you nervous.
You will do better with food.

Yes, you're absolutely right.
Let's go to eat. That's a pretty scarf.

Thank you.

How many children do you have?

Two. A boy and a girl.

- How do you know I'm married?
- I asked Mr Sherwood..

He also told me that you
and your wife are... separated?

I'll have a talk with Mr Sherwood..

I hope you don't mind
that I asked him about you.

No. I would have asked Dr Dubov
about yourself, but my Russian's limited.

- Like some coffee?
- No, thank you.

What else you want to know?

It would be too rude to ask.

Ask what you like.

Why are you and your wife separated?

Nothing specific.
It uh, just happened. It's, uh...

No more talks,
no more interests together.

It's what we here in America
call, uh, "incompatibility".

That's what we call it in Russia.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

- Ever thought of living elsewhere?
- No.

- Not often.
- Sometimes?

Well...

You'd like it here, you know.
We've got everything.

Power cuts, strikes, unemployment,
race riots and a terrific crime rate.

Dr Bradley, Yamashiro on the Hong Kong
monitor reporting another splinter.

Yes, Clark?

We've just received a transmission
from a TWA jet over the Pacific.

There was an explosion at sea,
heavy enough to knock out two of the engines.

The plane's heading for
Taiwan for emergency landing.

They've reported a tidal wave, 100 feet high,
heading directly towards Hong Kong.

Radar contact with the wave establishes
height stabilized at 100 feet strong.

Speed is constant 600 miles an hour.

Fifteen minutes before it hits us.

- Can you hear it?
- Yes! We better get out of there.

It's no use. Get the big one, Paul.

Get it.

Fifteen minutes from now
the Russian rockets will be launched.

Forty minutes after that, our own rockets
will be sent to join them.

They will strike the meteor,
sending it into a harmless orbit

nevermore to menace Earth.

It is Sunday.

Stay in your homes.

Have faith.

There is nothing we can do but wait

We will let you know
when the danger has passed.

Launch director says go.

We've been cleared to launch.

- Clear...
- Roger... Standby for clear release.

Clear. Release on time.

You copy? Clear. Release was on?

- Autopilot light on.
- Thank you.

Thirty seconds and counting.

Twenty-five seconds.

Zero-six-one-four...

Twenty seconds.

Engines start.

Fifteen seconds.

Engines have started.

Ten seconds.

Seven, six, five,

four... three...

Ignition. Blast-off!

No problems.
We are on our way.

Miss Donskaya?

Would you please be good enough to
convey my congratulations to Dr Dubov?

Sorry about that.

My apologies, Bradley.

I was very wrong.

- If there's anything I can do to help out...
- Thank you.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

Hercules launch minus
three minutes.

All stations report on
Hercule's firing readiness.

Power operating at correct levels.

Engine parameters all OK.

Hercules targeted correctly...

All ground facilities have confirmation
that Hercules has correctly received

and stored the launch command.

- Yes, Sir Michael?
- I've got data and some serious news.

- I'd like a word with Dr Bradley.
- Yes, sir.

Dr Bradley?

Sir Michael would like to talk to you.

We've picked up another splinter.

- A big one.
- Direction?

The United States.

- The eastern seaboard.
- You mean us?

- Near enough.
- Due when?

Just about now.

Can you advance Hercules?

No way.

Stand by.

Coming up on 90 seconds and counting.
Stand by.

Mark, 90 seconds.

We wait.

If we don't fire, and we go out of action.

The Russian rockets are
not good for the job.

We wait.

Clear. Release on time.

Copy?
Clear. Release was on time.

- 55 seconds.
- Thank you.

Auto pilot light on.

Forty seconds and counting.

Thirty seconds and counting.

Twenty seconds.

Seven, six, five,

four...

Ignition.

- God!
- Somebody help me.

Somebody help Manheim.

- You all right?
- Yes, I'm all right

But I..I think...

- Let's go.
- Don't worry about me.

- Help me, please.
- Take a look

How are you doing?

This is Ops Chief Goldstone
reporting to Houston backup.

Motor burns on all rocket engines
for both satellites appear nominal.

Easton again. The situation is A-1.
All rockets are functional.

66 minutes to impact.

We'll keep relaying
information for conclusions.

There's also been no contact from New York.
Have you heard something?

Nothing from the center.

The rest of the city's in shambles.

No way.

Dr Bradley, could you come here, please?

Now listen here, everybody.
Listen carefully.

The exit from the canteen
has been blocked.

We can get out through the support room.
And we'll need some flashlights.

You head up the lead,
and I'll pick up the stragglers.

Everybody head for the subway tunnel.

Have you got batteries?
Have you got batteries for the flashlight?

Here, take this one.

Just take this flashlight.

Come on.
The rest of you stay where you are.

Channel five of Peter the Great

indicates No. 4 and No. 7 rockets
have malfunctioned.

Goldstone tracking reports
Peter the Great has lost two.

- How bad is that?
- There's a safety margin of five.

After the rockets join up, they'll
attack the meteor in three waves.

Time to impact 35 minutes, 42 seconds.

- Can we go through?
- Yes.

It's OK but there's a subway car
blocking the tunnel.

Get the others.

It'll be all right

Harry, the river's breaking through!

Through that car!

Hurry up!

This way all here, through the car!

Hurry up. Through the car.

Help!

That way!

Come on, come on!

Oh, my God.

It's no use. Get in.

You OK?

Come on.

Come on!

Come on. Fourteen minutes till impact

Fourteen minutes.

Ten degrees.

We're losing one from Hercules.

Time to impact?
Thirteen minutes, 29 seconds.

What was that?

He said one day you will come to Moscow
and you will see a clean subway.

One day I'll take him up on that

How long?

Three minutes.

Two minutes, 50 seconds.

Tracking stations report no more loss.
Keep your fingers crossed.

Helicopters over
the city report tremendous damage.

All local radio and television stations
are not functioning.

Here at WADW in New Jersey, we'll keep
you informed throughout the day.

Any second now.

We're interrupting
our coverage to bring an announcement

just received from Houston.

Three minutes ago at 10:38,

the combined rockets
of the United States and the USSR

struck the meteor, which has
for five days been coming towards us.

The danger is passed.

Quiet down, everybody.
Listen, listen.

With the compliments of the Dodgers.

Dodgers!

Baseball.