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Good evening, Mr Briggs.

This is Boradur,

for 200 years the most infamous
penal colony on Earth.

Until five years ago,
when it was closed down,

Boradur was run by this man,
Gerard Sefra,

who still remains there with
a small group of former guards.

Sefra has come into possession

of a sample of cesium-138
and its formula,

which he memorised and destroyed.

He has offered these for sale
to the highest bidder.

Dan, cesium-138 is the key
to a low-cost nuclear arsenal.

Your mission,
should you decide to accept it,

would be to make sure
no one gets the cesium

or learns the formula.

As always, should you or any of your
IM Force be caught or killed,

the Secretary will disavow
any knowledge of your actions.

This tape will automatically
destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Dan.

Okay, Willy, open it up.

Now, the same power pack
that runs the propulsion motor

operates the refrigeration unit.

Why a refrigeration unit?

Because cesium-138
is a very stable liquid

if kept under 70 degrees Fahrenheit.

If it's permitted to warm to that
temperature or above, it explodes.

- What about Carre?
- He's a nice guy.

He runs a little bistro
on the Marseilles waterfront.

- Was he any help?
- He gave me everything we need.

He only escaped three years
before they closed the place.

- What about the tunnel he dug?
- He's sure it's still there.

Willy, turn on little Bertha.

Good.

You'll have to report directly
to Kronen's hospital

with the medical supplies.

- Carre knew of the hospital?
- All too well.

It seems that the prisoners
were sent there after discipline.

Carre had every right
to hate Sefra's guts.

Sefra obviously enjoyed his work.

- He was a cat lover.
- What do you mean "cat lover"?

Can you duplicate those?

Dan, what's the climate like at Boradur?

Average temperature 103.

Then Sefra must have a place
to keep the cesium cool.

Yes, but we don't know where.

How long will we have
to search the place?

We're not going to search.

We're going to make him bring it to us.

Dan, let's say
we get the cesium from Sefra.

What about what he knows?
How do we get that from him?

There's only one way.

What do you want?

Oh, I'm William Blanton.
This is Pierre Grillou.

We'd like to see Commandant Sefra.

Hello.

I'm from World News and View
magazine in New York.

And we have permission to do
a photo story on the prison

and, of course,
the man who made it what it was.

"The man who made it what it was."

You see, what I have in mind
is to recreate

what it must've felt like to be
a prisoner in this place.

This is Pierre Grillou.

Pierre is a professional model,
and we'll be working together.

Get out.

Well, I have a letter here
from the District Commissioner

ordering you to give us
every cooperation.

You know, you people make me sick.

For years, you cry
what a terrible place this is,

how inhuman.

So you got it closed.

Now you want to recreate
the life of a poor prisoner

for the enjoyment of your readers?

All right, go ahead.
Look around. I can't stop you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

We'd also appreciate it

if we could take some pictures
of you in your old uniform.

I'll need some prison clothes.

These are filthy.

You want to look like
a prisoner, don't you?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

We'll start in the solitary
confinement block.

Thank you.

What now?

Wait.

I would like to see Dr Kronen, please.

Thank you.

- Dr Kronen?
- Yes?

- How do you do? I'm Lynn Carlin.
- Oh, hello.

You cannot know how happy we are
to have you join us.

As you can see,
we are shamefully understaffed.

Come with me. I will get you settled.

- Is this the one?
- Right.

Carre said he wouldn't go
back down here for a million francs.

10 million...

Barney, get back quick.
Someone's coming.

There you are.

I got some good shots.
We're just coming up.

Hey!

This should really help you.

Now you have the real feeling
what it's like.

What it's really like to be a prisoner

confined in the hole
with no hope of escape.

What an article it would make, huh?

If you ever get out to write it.

And the pictures from
the prisoner's point of view.

Well, I'm waiting, Mr Blanton,
for you to take my picture.

- Why don't I start digging, Dan?
- Go ahead.

Pick a direction.

Any direction.

Well, I admit your joke
had us a bit worried, Commandant.

Why, Mr Blanton,
I believe for a moment

you thought I'd leave you
down there, didn't you?

What would you like to see next?

Well, I understand that the discipline
here used to be quite rigorous.

- Could we possibly see...
- Yes, of course. Follow me.

Good, good.

I am surprised to see so much.

There are people in America
who care about your work here, Doctor.

Well, perhaps in our small way,

we make up for all those years of evil
in that place down the road.

Wonderful.

Just a moment. These go in here.

If you'll set them right there, please.

Good. Now if you'll finish unpacking
the rest of the supplies.

Yes, we had to use
extreme methods of punishment.

Yes, indeed, extreme methods.
But flogging in this day and age?

Mr Blanton, do you have any idea
the type of men we had here?

The worst of the worst,
murderers, degenerates.

We had no choice
but to deal with them in kind.

Here, take a picture of this.
Would you stand over here?

I'll hold the cat back,

you know, as if I were ready to...

You've been flogged.

- In this day and age?
- I had an accident.

Of course, an accident.

Well, we haven't had time to see
the guard room yet. Where's that?

It's just down the hall to the...

How do you know where it is?

We did a great deal of research.

Yes, we read everything we could get
our hands on before we came here.

Well, you go ahead.
I've had enough of this playacting.

I'll be in my office.

Here. Dan's probably wearing out
that compass trying to get a bearing.

Don't worry.
I'll get little Bertha into the tunnel.

Good. Now look, when we get
to the gate, you can overact.

I don't think that guard
has too subtle a mind.

But with Sefra, start nice and easy.

Take all the time you need
to build your performance.

Everybody's a critic.

- Have you got my small strobe unit?
- No.

I must have left it behind, but where?

Probably in the solitary cell.

Look, I've got to start
developing this stuff

if we're going to see what we've got.

You go ahead.
I'll get the strobe unit and I'll meet you.

- Fine. I'll see you later.
- Right.

Raff!

Yes, sir?

Where are those two
from the magazine?

One of them has left.
The other is in the solitary cells.

- Which one left?
- The photographer.

Then the black one is still here.

Lose something, Monsieur Grillou?

I asked you if you lost something.

Yes, a strobe unit.

- Did you find it?
- No.

Well, perhaps I can help you find it.

- Is this the cell you were in?
- Yes, but I looked. It's not down there.

Well, then it must have been
a different cell.

No, it's not that one, either.

- This one, perhaps?
- No.

You'd better go down and look
for your piece of equipment.

- I told you, it's not down there.
- Oh, I'm sure it is.

- Go down.
- I'm not going back down there.

Why are you so...

So disturbed?

Is it because you've been there before?
Is that it?

Tell me, is that why?
I put you there, didn't I?

Didn't I?

Yes.

And that's my signature on your back,

isn't it?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Jean-Paul Carre.

Raff!

Tell me, Carre.
Why did you come back?

Take him to the office
and take good care of him.

He's an old friend
who wants to have a conversation.

An escapee who remembers
this place as it was.

And now that we have him back,

we really ought to
make him feel at home.

It's been years.

You must have a great deal to tell us.

Take him.

You remember Tabby, don't you?

The stroke.

The sound.

Now, I want you to tell me something.

I want you to tell me why you are here.

And I want the truth, Carre.

Please.

I came here to model
for the photographer.

Come on.

Tell me why you returned to Boradur.

Tell me, or I swear,

I'll shred every inch
of skin on your body.

Tell me why you returned to Boradur.

Yes?

I came back to kill you.

To kill me?

What a delightful thought.

You spent all these years
since your release

planning to kill me?

I'm flattered.

Well, it won't work, my friend.

It must be the generator.

- Put him in a cell.
- No! Please don't lock me up again.

We'll talk again, my friend.

I want you to tell me
how you planned to kill me.

Get him out of here.

How long will it take to get it running?

- There's no way of knowing.
- You'd better find out.

- What's the temperature?
- It's 94.

And it isn't even noon.

Any idea what the trouble is?

How long will it go without refrigeration?

In this heat? 20 minutes.

Wait, I think something's
fouling up the carburettor.

- Can you fix it in 20 minutes?
- No, not a chance.

I've got to take it apart and clean it.
It'll take at least a half an hour.

Half an... Get ice,
all the ice you can find.

Bring it to the office.

There is no more ice.

Put it in. Put it in!

It's not enough.

It's not enough.
What's the temperature?

96 degrees.

This whole place will go up to the sky!

Let me out!

Let me out! Please!

I'm sick! I need a doctor!

Sefra should be on his way
to the hospital by now.

Yeah.

Let me out! Help me!

- Let's get out of here.
- I'm sick! I want to go to the hospital!

Shut him up. No, wait. Wait!

The hospital.

They have a freezer there.

Get the jeep.

- Dr Kronen.
- Yes, Commandant, what is it?

- Do you have a cold storage locker?
- Yes. Why?

I must use it. Only for a short time
until our generator is repaired.

- Why?
- I have no time for explanations, Doctor.

You'll not use my locker until I...

Dr Kronen, do you see
this temperature gauge?

Yes, of course.

Unless this container
is refrigerated immediately,

you, I, the whole hospital
will go up in a fireball.

Doctor, don't argue.

This way, please.

Over there.

I insist that you take away
whatever is in there

as soon as your generator
is repaired, Commandant.

No one. Now, let me repeat,

no one goes in.

You are positive it's running.

What?

All right, very well.

I'm sorry to have troubled you, Doctor.

You will excuse me?

He fixed it. Open up.

Put plenty of ice around the container
until we get back to the prison.

The door, it cannot
stay open any longer.

We'll only be a minute or two.

Please, you must be
very careful of the plasma.

Oh, I will.

Dr Kronen.

Sefra, get out.

- This is a hospital.
- We're leaving. We're leaving.

- What made the generator break down?
- Molasses.

- Somebody poured it into the gas tank.
- Who? How did he get past the guards?

And why?

First Carre, then this.

But how could that be?

In the hospital freezer.
Someone was in there.

Take some men, get back there.

Seal off the entire area.
No one gets out.

Do you understand? No one.

Where is the photographer?

Where is the photographer?

What's he done with the cesium?

Tell me, or so help me,
I'll beat you into paste.

He's in the tunnel with it.

What tunnel?

Under Number 3 punishment cell.

- Oh, if you're lying...
- I'm not lying.

The cesium's in a refrigeration unit.

He's waiting for you
to give up the search

before he comes out the other end.

Where will he come out?

- Where will he come out?
- I don't know!

His tunnel isn't finished.

Then he's trapped down there.

I'll be back for you, Carre.

It will be like the old days.

He's on his way.

Okay, Willy. Now!