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If this bug gets out of control, it'll make AIDS and cancer look like the

common cold.

I want my money now. I want my money now. You hear me?

We introduce the disease.

Concentrated death.

Rats. Come on, you little buggers. Chew.

Thank you.

Who's there?

Show yourself!

You were supposed to phone me.

You lied to me.

You said you wanted another chance.

A chance to help mankind.

You will do the honorable thing.

You will stop this madness.

I finished with you, old man.

And your money.

Okay, Mr. Maverick, let's try it.

I've programmed the computer for hands-free helmet control.

It's not my style.

Don't you trust technology?

Let go of this leg.

All right, all right.

Look, boss, no hand.

And look left.

Good.

Let's try to right.

God, this is making me sick.

You know what you're doing? You and your transistor happy friends?

Sure. We're reducing the margin of human error for top guns like you.

Now what?

Hammerhead stall.

Look up slowly, and we'll let it roll on the Z axis.

Now the fun stuff.

Picking up our remote control drones on the scope now.

First the boat.

Remember, use your monotone voice commands like we practiced this morning.

Got it.

Computer connect.

Cannons.

Mark target longitude west one five degrees.

Fire cannon.

Bullseye. Easy as sitting duck. I can blow it away with my eyes closed.

Okay, here comes our flying drone.

Use the laser.

Here goes nothing.

Let's fry us a wing.

Do it.

Computer connect.

Lasers marked.

Target vector 3.5.

Fire laser.

Direct hit.

Give that man a cigar.

Uh-uh. What? It's two inches off target.

Marginal. Now you're nitpicking.

If you finish gloating, can I have my controls back, please?

I'll take my fingertips over your computer chips.

Be my guest.

Perfection. Pure perfection.

You know, I don't care how sophisticated computers get.

I'll never replace gut instinct or gut reflexes. That may be.

But one of these days, the switch over to computer control just may save your

butt. My butt?

I hate backseat drivers.

Put the coffee on, Jo.

I've had enough of this for one day.

Yes, sir. Anything else?

Pipes, slippers, your evening paper, perhaps?

Hey, what is this, pick on Mike Week?

Do me one favor, will you?

Tell St. John that it's his turn not to fly this thing next time.

Yeah, well, I'll tell him when he gets back.

He's still sweating it out with Tim.

Typical.

I do all the work and he gets the R&R.

Yeah, well, that's the way it goes.

Yeah, I guess so.

Some more hills around here than usual.

All going up.

At least the weather's cooperating.

Not like that time in Bangkok.

30 days and 30 nights of non-stop rain.

Man, that was wet.

Yeah, you danced through the officer's club like Gene Kelly in Singing in the

Rain.

Of course, all you had on was an umbrella.

Hey, that was you, not me.

Your mind's a little faulty. No, I think you better get a second opinion on that,

doctor.

Duty calls.

Okay, okay.

What's the fuss?

Dr. Shimizu, it's your father.

You gonna be all right, Tim? Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.

I don't care what they say. My father's death was no accident.

What do you mean?

It just doesn't make sense.

Too many things just don't add up.

You mean the booze?

For starters.

My father had the odd drink, sure, but I never saw him falling down drunk in my

life.

When was the last time you talked to him?

It was a while ago, I guess.

You and I didn't exactly see eye to eye.

You mean because you disagreed on Vietnam?

Yeah, that and everything else.

He was a very traditional man.

He sat on this mat and prayed every night.

He would never disgrace himself with drink and then sit on his mat and pray.

That's not my father.

So maybe he had a drink after he prayed.

They did find the bottle out in the pond.

But why take the bottle outside?

Well, maybe he heard something out in the garden while he was pouring it.

Exactly.

Something or someone.

Look, Tim, the police have been all over this place.

If there was something to be found, don't you think they would have turned

it up?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

But I do know my father did not die drunk, face down in a pond.

Come on. I got a friend over at the coroner's office. I'm gonna do those

blood tests myself.

Look, Tim, don't you think we ought to let the police handle this?

Sinjin, I gotta know how my father died.

Lock him at Tim's lab. I'll be here a while.

As long as he needs me.

I understand.

We'll cover for you.

And, St. John, give Tim our respects.

Do they know what happened yet?

They're still trying to work it out.

Wasn't Tim a medic in the army?

Yeah.

He pulled Sinjin out of a bout of malaria when everybody else wanted to

leave him for dead.

Ties like that run deep.

My God, look at this.

What the hell is it? The virus that killed my father.

Virus? I've never seen anything like it.

Must have invaded every cell in his blood system.

The white count's almost nil.

But without white blood cells... He'd have no immunity at all.

An instantaneous breakdown of the body's defense system, then attacks on the

central nervous system.

My God.

That house has to be sealed off.

Everything my father touched could spread the infection.

If this bug gets out of control...

It'll make AIDS and cancer look like the common cold.

Thank you.

No trace of the virus.

It's clean.

I'll let the boys in forensics know they can get started.

I know this is hard on you, Tim, but did the coroner give you any clue at all?

They found a puncture in his throat.

The virus would have to be injected to work that fast.

At least he felt no pain.

Why don't you let the cops handle this, Tim?

You can't do it all.

I didn't want to kill him.

He never harmed anyone in his life.

He couldn't.

Even when they put him in that internment camp back in the 40s.

He never became bitter or angry.

Couldn't understand it, but that was his way.

He was a good man.

That was the day he took over the plant.

He was so proud.

The apartment was about to go bankrupt from some scandal, but he put him back

on track.

He wanted me to work with him.

But when I got back from the war... Let me know the rest of the story.

What's this all about?

Former head of barmen.

My father never said anything about this.

He took over from someone who committed suicide.

This guy Saunders.

Never heard of him.

Maybe somebody at Bar Med has.

Yes, it was a real tragedy.

Saunders is one of those rare individuals you only meet once in a

lifetime. You sure you wouldn't have one?

No, thanks.

A real genius with a passionate concern for his fellow human beings.

Where does Tim's father fit into all this? Oh, he was a silent partner at

first.

So when the company went belly up, he took over?

Oh, no, no. Goodness, no.

When Saunders' wonder drug backfired, why, we had to... Bad side effects?

Side effects?

Well, uh... Yes, I suppose you could call a complete breakdown of

brainwave activity as a side effect.

You mean it was destroying people's minds? Animals.

It was prevented from using it on humans.

It was supposed to cure all the ills of man.

Instead, it reduced 53 test subjects to cabbages.

The government stepped in and took away his license, but that didn't stop him.

His wife was terminally ill, and he was convinced that he could cure it.

But it didn't work out.

And that's when he killed himself.

Wouldn't you?

And Shimizu had nothing to do with this drug.

Oh, no.

He just stepped in to reorganize the company. I mean... But that's history

now. I just can't understand how this could be any connection between the drug

scandal and Shimizu's death.

Well, that's another loose end tied up.

Thank you for your time, Doctor. Oh, well, I'm sorry. I couldn't be more

helpful.

Hello, Saunders?

It's falling apart.

I want my money now. I want my money now. You hear me?

Got your message. What's up? It's even worse than I'd imagine.

It's not organic at all. It's a product of some very sophisticated genetic

engineering.

You mean this thing is man-made?

Who'd be that crazy?

That's the scary part.

Whoever developed something this dangerous would have to be as mad as he

is brilliant.

But why create something so deadly?

What, German warfare?

Who knows?

But we're going to have to trace this thing back to us.

Tim!

Somebody get an emergency team in here right away.

So what's the word on Tim?

Well, they've got him stabilized for now.

He's quarantined in a ward with a team from the coroner's department.

And anybody else who came in contact with this virus.

Sounds like you're lucky to me, buddy.

Yeah.

What do you got?

Well, I figured whoever developed something that heavy-duty had to have a

lot of money to do it.

So I ran a check on Bar Med's finances.

And?

And it looks like they spent over $2 million in development funds over the

last few years.

I'd say that was unusual.

Especially for a company that was almost out of business a couple of years ago.

So what's the money source?

There's one place to look.

Bar Med.

Do we go in?

Yeah. From what I can see, they aren't equipped to handle that kind of high

-tech work.

They built this bug. They got $2 million worth of hardware space someplace.

Mike and I will fly back up.

On one condition.

What's that?

No more of that remote control stuff.

Okay.

Take it easy, guy.

Harper's office is the last one on the right got it cover me till I get inside.

Okay.

Good luck

He's

inside the grounds right

We'll maintain an infrared scan on the warehouse in the back in case he's got

company. Looks pretty quiet so far, except for that one guard.

Keep in touch.

Right.

I'm going into the offices.

Looks like we're not the only ones looking for answers.

Somebody got here first.

Better clear out of there, Joe.

In a minute.

You were getting too close, Mr. Hawk.

Much too close.

Take the body out to the warehouse.

Then gather up Harper.

Doctor, he's alive.

Impossible.

i thought you were dead and you soon will be mr hawk how do you know who you

are dr harper was kind enough to inform me of your visit this afternoon but he

forgot to tell me that he'd sold you the x vaccine what take him

below

The light on in the greenhouse.

There's some people inside.

I don't know how many.

Hang on. I'm running a scan.

Three of them.

Do you copy, Sinjin?

Sinjin?

Where the hell is he, Jo? I don't know.

I'm going to check it out.

It just disappeared.

What are you talking about?

They're gone.

I've lost the reading.

Watch yourself, Joe.

Things are getting weird.

I'm not kidding.

There's only one way out of here.

I expect this is what you're looking for, Mr. Honk.

Impressive, wouldn't you say?

Especially when you consider it's being run by a dead man.

To paraphrase Mr. Twain, the rumors of my suicide were greatly exaggerated. By

me, I refrain.

Too bad.

It was nothing, really.

The flaming car off the coast highway.

The body washed out to sea.

Much to the chagrin of my tormentors, I'm sure.

They all said it wasn't ready.

They didn't believe me, did they, Price?

They will now, Dr. Saunders.

Won't do you any good, Saunders.

That's where you're wrong, Mr. Hawk.

You see, everyone's looking for a miracle drug.

I happen to have one.

Only first, we introduce the disease.

We call it Virus X.

X for the unknown.

But we know what it is, don't we, Price?

Concentrated death.

Courtesy of a rather virulent strain of malaria.

Plus a considerable amount of genetic tinkering on my part.

There's enough in this vial to wipe out an entire city.

Of course, that would take a day or two.

It's so much more effective when it's delivered directly into the bloodstream.

Like you killed Shimizu?

He was a part of this, wasn't he?

Very good, Mr. Hawk.

I was beginning to think you survived the virus by your sheer tenacity.

Shemitsu.

The old fool.

He was an idealist.

He wanted to take the serum to the government for tests.

It's my creation.

I'll prove my genius to the world in my own way.

I found St. John's radio.

And there's a dart like the one that killed Harper.

Don't touch it.

It means St. John's...

Doesn't mean anything.

This is no time to panic. Just keep looking.

We're continuing our scan.

I want a full blood series.

If he hasn't been vaccinated, prepare a stronger concentration of the virus for

injection.

We'll see just how immune you are.

And then what?

You thaw out your instant plague and kill thousands of people?

For what?

Don't be naive, Hawk.

I'll be able to ask for anything I want once they discover I have the only cure.

And finally, they will recognize me.

Mary believed in me.

She knew.

But they wouldn't let me help her in time.

They couldn't look beyond their own petty virtues to see that my cure could

have worked.

So they crucified me.

Well, now it's their turn.

You can't hold the world hostage, Saunders.

This time, I've not only created the cure, but the sickness as well.

And I'm going to make them pay for it.

No!

I need him alive!

Daylight soon. Where the hell is he?

I'm picking up a pattern of high lead content under the greenhouse.

Yeah? Think it could be the structural footings? Not outside the walls, it

isn't.

Joe, they must have gone underneath someplace.

Check the floor.

It's an underground lab.

I can't get an infrared fix on any people down there. It must be

constructed of some kind of shielding material.

I think I found it.

I'm going down.

Hey Joe, wait for some backup.

We're ready now, Doctor.

I'm not going anywhere until I have those results.

Well?

He has a natural immunity.

What? He has a huge build-up of antibodies.

He must have had an extreme case of malaria at one time.

So that's what it is.

I hadn't counted on that.

You're a lucky man, Mr Hawk.

Rats. Why does it have to be rats?

Get those out to the warehouse. We've wasted enough time.

Looking for something.

Still nothing.

Damn. Sinjin.

Joe.

Hey, when do you guys answer me?

Come on, you little buggers. Chew.

I won't call you you dirty rats anymore.

That's it, boys. Keep it up.

Got a nice hunk of cheese in my pocket for you, I promise.

Joe!

I came to rescue you.

You're doing a great job so far.

Come here.

Was getting caught part of your plan?

Yeah.

No,

no, no. Those are just my buddies.

Yeah, they're probably all infected.

Yeah.

Some of them are dead already.

Wonderful.

Now what?

Well, what about Hawk and the girl?

We don't need them anymore.

We might as well see if he and his pretty friend have built up an immunity

to bullets as well.

Stop them! Catch them!

Joe!

Look, we gotta burn this place out. Extreme heat is the only thing that'll

kill the virus.

What about the vaccine?

The antidote?

Here.

How much?

I don't know.

Sorry about this, Joe.

It's the only chance you've got.

It's a fire.

Stop Saunders. He's got the virus.

He's making a run for it.

Not if I can help it.

Joe's been hit.

He's coming around.

You okay?

Yeah.

All right, everybody's out. Blow this rat hole.

Fire will kill the bug.

Okay, whatever you say, buddy.

Better do it guys now go after Saunders. He's got the last of the virus

He's heading for the middle of the city.

Damn, this one's gonna be tricky.

He stopped.

Somewhere near the waterfront.

Keep an eye peeled.

That's great.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to present to you the

X-Virus.

As it warms up, it will embrace you, each and every one of you, in the

grip of death.

Got him.

Can't risk coming too close.

If we panic him, he'll throw the damn thing.

Then we'll nail him from here.

You can't just use a 40mm cannon in the middle of the city.

You got a point there.

Is he talking?

Let's see if we can get a fix on him.

You're too late, gentlemen.

This guy's a nutcake.

And dangerous.

If we shoot him, he'll drop it. Then we'll shoot it.

In ten seconds, the virus will thaw.

The laser.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

I'm switching to automatic.

The computer will do it. I'll give coordinates.

Ten.

Nine.

Computer, connect.

We've only got one shot at this. Are you sure? I'm sure.

Six.

Lasers marked target.

Four!

Is that real? Mike, what are you doing?

Two!

Trust me.

One!

Sorry, Locke.

Guess I just put more faith in hardware than software.

I guess the force was with you, Mike.

Well, looks like barman's out of business for good this time.

Can't believe my father was suckered in like that.

It wasn't just him. They all were.

Saunders was a powerful man.

Powerful? He was a maniac.

The irony is that vaccine he developed to counteract the virus is testing out

as a powerful treatment against malaria.

If only he'd concentrate on the cure instead of the disease.

Oh, God!

Oh, now, come on, big guy, get it together. Get in there, please.

Well, uh, somebody's got to teach you a lesson in humility.

Yeah, okay, teach. Shoot.

Number five.

This one? Yeah. The orange, number five. Yeah.

Yeah, and somebody's got to teach you how to shoot pool.

You sure you don't want to go to computer assist on this one, Mikey?

No, I think I'll just use the same skill and concentration I used firing that

laser. Thanks a lot, Senator.

All right, now remember, be cool, stay loose. Take your time.

Will you shoot?

Okay.

Number 11.

in the left end. Be careful.