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'Ok, studio, we're going for a rehearsal in ten minutes.

'With or without the models.'

if anyone gets within 10ft of the car, don't expect to see Christmas.

What's going on? They'll be here on five minutes.

You're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?

The girls have just arrived, boss.

I hate going public in a rush,

and I especially hate being forced into it.

It's only for the dealers. Reassure me some more (!)

Security reckoned it was somebody at the test track sold the photos.

Whoever it was, I hope they like hospital food.

You can tell security I'm gonna make some big changes.

Tell the bimbos to keep smiling, don't fall over

and don't touch the car.

Ok, we're going for a run-through.

Start voice-over.

And cue!

A secret as good as this is bound to get out sooner or later.

You've heard all the rumours, now see it for yourself.

The car they're all scrambling to imitate already.

The car that's going to change what motoring's all about.

From tronix, the leading automotive designer development company,

it's the new tronix trancer!

There are a lots of people who would love to know

what's inside this amazing looking-package.

I can tell you that the technology developed by the whiz kids

at tronix's car division leaves all the competition standing.

Let's talk to the boss,

the head man at tronix, mr David O'Neill.

David, this really is a fantasy car, isn't it?

The technology inside the trancer may be fantastic,

but it's no fantasy, Phil.

Is it true you actually brought the prototype here

in an armoured truck? That is absolutely true.

Our competitors would pay a king's ransom

for a sniff of what's going to put them out of business.

Can't you even give us a hint?

I will say this, Phil,

this car has a built-in level of intelligence

that has no parallel in any other model.

And what about performance? Racing standard all the way.

All in a mass production vehicle.

It's a lot of beauty and a little of the beast. Wow!

Floor manager: Thanks, David. Thank you, Phil.

Just stop there, will you?

We just need to get the two of you over to the left a little.

You're blocking our view of the car.

We don't want to miss seeing the money, do we?

Engine starts

hang on a bit, what are those girls doing?

Stop the car! Jump in the way!

We had two very different test models.

One we lost yesterday.

Boss wants you people to make sure the second doesn't go the same way.

I'm sorry, when does the car goes into production, mr cray?

That's two years away. We don't mass produce cars here.

We design prototypes for the manufacturers who do.

If the car's not going into production for another two years,

why take the risk of a press show early?

Our hand was forced.

A rival got some pictures of the body shape.

One of our spies told us they were gonna pirate the look as their own.

So we had to pre-empt that.

But it all went wrong.

I'd have a long time living it down.

That pair of sharons could have done me a lot of public damage.

But you still have some secrets worth protecting.

That's for certain.

They didn't get away with quite as much as they thought.

I'd like to see their faces right now.

It's a fake.

Well, they put a trancer body on an ordinary car.

This won't tell us a single thing about the new engine.

That's not unusual practice. What you've got here is a showpiece.

This was only meant to be photographed.

It was never meant to be driven.

So, where do they keep all the fancy technology?

Almost certainly in a road-test model.

Disguised so you wouldn't look at it twice.

That's the one you should have lifted.

You still have to pay us. Why?

Because it's not our fault.

You hired us to steal the wrong car.

Look, I know you're both new to this.

So let me clarify something.

My employers do not hire people to steal.

If you get some commercial information we can use,

I'm authorised to buy it from you. That's not illegal.

But the responsibility for how you come about it is entirely yours.

The money's still on the table.

You're welcome to try again, if you're interested.

And assuming no-one else beats you to it.

So, this is the shape of things to come?

What's wrong with it?

Well, it's not the kind of shape I had in mind.

The body is just a disguise, ed.

The only way to collect genuine data is, not surprisingly,

is to take it out on the road.

This version is not supposed to look exciting.

All the secret technology is hidden inside.

Get in and I'll show you.

The rear-view mirror automatically adjusts to the driver's eyeline.

Holy Toledo! How does it do that?

It's magic.

You'll notice no ignition key or keypad.

We're going to code it to recognise your thumbprint.

Tomorrow, you'll drive, I'll monitor from base.

And, Beckett... you follow close in the shadow car.

Er... going where?

We've got a schedule for you to follow.

Just normal motoring, nothing adventurous,

the job is to drive the course and attract no attention.

And, ed... To bring it back in one piece.

Ros wanted these trackers and transponders fitted.

Where is she? Building security check.

O'Neill wanted her to have a look around,

advise on how to improve it.

Paul cray said, "don't wander. There's dangerous hardware about."

Yeah, well...

She said she'd check in every half hour.

Yeah, how long ago was that?

Pulsating hum

Beckett, what's down here?

This is the military division.

To make what? Toy soldiers. I dunno.

They're a design company.

The take on work for all sorts of people.

Dodgy ones, I bet.

Ros!

Don't get too close. I don't know what it is.

What happened? I went to use the phone and bang!

No warning?

Maybe we can switch it off.

I can't see how. Just hang on. I wanna try something.

Stand back.

Wait! Just wait!

What is this thing?

It's a plasma cage. We've only just installed it.

Yeah, for what?

Security on another project.

What project's that? Sorry, can't talk about it.

Major cardenas, these are operatives hired by mr O'Neill

to advise on project security. Their being here is a mistake.

We were given full clearance, mr cray.

The job we're doing for the major's people,

won't be part of your brief. Please go back to the car lab.

Major, perhaps you'd care to come to the hospitality lounge.

He's scared of him.

I should've gone for the shadow car. At least that sounds sexy.

You volunteered.

'You always wanna be the one up front anyway.'

is this what we call "minimal radio contact"?

I am bored out of my nut!

Let me tell you - the seventh circle of hell,

driving round and round forever and never arrive.

Keep going.

There's a roadside teashop in 4km.

You can stop there and switch the engine off for 15 minutes.

Can I get out? 'Yep.'

just don't take your eyes off the goods.

Well? Well what?

Well, what's it like? It's all right.

All right?! Yeah.

Only all right?

Plasma cages!

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

What else do they get up to in that place?

I don't think I want to know.

I mean, weapons, I can understand the secrecy about.

But a military vehicle?

It's just a wheelbarrow without the comfort, isn't it?

Hey!

I think it's all right.

Anything else? No, thank you.

Just the bill, please. We're in a bit of a rush.

I've been trying to find out what O'Neill's like to work for.

The only ones who haven't got a bad word to say

are the crash-test dummies.

'Beckett, what's happening with the car?'

nothing.

It looks like a fully automatic gearbox

with touch selection.

So, what's making the suspension bouncing?

Trouble!

Miss! Alarm rings

hey, blondie!

Engine starts

Right, I'm onto them.

You get the test car back to... Ed! Ed!

Ed!

Ed, what are you doing?

Clear the decks. Call me mr speed!

Whoo!

Four on the floor. Automatic.

I am the man who's gonna make you panic!

Your boy's an idiot. I know.

No point trying to run, my loves.

You should feel honoured.

You're being chased by the prince of pursuit, the king of the car.

And I love a little mud!

For god's sakes, don't wreck the prototype. He can't.

Ros! Ros! Something's wrong!

Ed, what are you doing now? 'I'm not doing anything.'

he doesn't have to.

He's triggered the passive safety system.

The trancer's a car that you can't drive recklessly.

If you do, it takes over.

It senses its surroundings, reads the road ahead.

That's what makes it so special.

Link that to a routemaster programme,

feed it with updated traffic information,

and we're talking 100% accident-free motoring by the end of the decade.

How do I turn it off? 'You can't.'

there's a default setting

which automatically guides it back to a present point.

'In the case of the test car, that means right back to the lab.

'Just sit back, enjoy the ride and we'll see you there.'

Is this what the girlies are after?

It's what everyone's trying to get hold of.

Hey, Beckett, watch out, I can't control it.

'Don't worry, it avoids cars and people.'

Ros, this... this is gonna take a lot of getting used to.

Don't worry about having to. You're all fired anyway!

Now, wait a minute.

After last night's escapade, and now this,

I thought I was hiring people I could rely on.

Trust is a two-way business, mr O'Neill.

You sent us out with less than half the information,

and we still managed to do the job you hired us to do.

If things change and we're forced to improvise, we improvise.

Look, we kept your investment intact, and the egg off your face.

Only by luck. Luck?! If ed hadn't...

Hang on a minute!

You didn't give us a schedule for this drive until this morning.

Yet you must have planned it days ago, right?

Now, those girls knew exactly where we'd be.

Every piece of electrical equipment in this building

needs to be checked, mr O'Neill. You've got a leak.

And you need us to find it.

What's he like to work for?

Very tough. He came up the hard way.

Made a lot of enemies?

His enemies aren't half as scary as some of his friends.

Major cardenas.

We developed the passive safety system for military use

and we sell them to all kinds of clients.

Why take on these jobs at all

if dealing with these people makes everyone so nervous?

Money.

We're desperate for cash flow.

But the trancer's worth a fortune.

In the long run, yes.

But we're taking huge losses on development.

And the boss is making deals with the devil just to keep us going.

Footsteps

Your unit will be completely safe with us, major cardenas.

I'd stake my life on that.

You already have.

Yes!

There's your spy.

What is it?

How do your departments communicate with each other? Email.

Well, someone's got in here

and put a cellphone link on your wire.

Now they can call it up

and read your email from any phone anywhere.

Right. Get it disconnected.

Then we can worry about how they put it there.

I've got another suggestion.

These two are obviously going to keep coming at you.

Why don't we set them up?

It's nearly an hour now. Nothing!

Maybe yesterday scared them off.

You're disappointed!

No, I'm not! Yes, you are.

I just figured they'd be up for a bit of a challenge.

Ros?

'It's ok, don't panic. False alarm.'

come on, let's get back.

All right, ros. Listen, we're coming home.

Nothing's going on here.

Don't speak. Just get in the car and drive.

Ros, I think we may have a problem.

I'm ahead of you. Ed's just dropped out of radio contact,

and there's someone in the car with him.

'I'm going to the trackers.'

they're blocking the trackers!

Beckett, we do have a problem.

One of your trackers.

It's kind of a family pet.

You're quite a pair of operators, aren't you?

We were gonna be a rally team

but this looked like a better career move.

Stand up, please.

Camera shutter clicks I'm sorry we had to drag you along.

Don't apologise.

I agree to most things when there's a gun pressed up against my neck.

It was only a grease gun.

Now you tell me!

Couldn't do it without your thumbprint, could we?

Yeah. Right.

You are guys are taking quite a risk.

What are you making out of this? So far, we're making a loss.

Mind you, this is one job we'd do for free.

Oh, yeah. Why?

O'Neill put our dad out of business ten years ago.

Losing it all as good as killed him.

So when we decided to move into the commercial espionage business,

O'Neill was a natural first choice.

Dynamite?

Mm. Another small setback for mr O'Neill.

What are you wasting time for? They're blocking the trackers.

They won't know about the transponder until I activate it.

We'll get once chance to trigger this.

Now, if the car's moving when we do it,

then we'll have wasted our time.

If it's stationary, Beckett and I can fix the position.

Excuse me.

Ladies, can I be somewhere else when this thing goes off?

Hello!

Ok, ros, ready when you are.

Here goes.

A transponder?!

Spare tyre.

Yes!

I've got it. 104 degrees.

104.

They're close.

They're very close!

I can be there in ten minutes.

We can be there in less, assuming...

I'm putting all the film and audio tapes in the case.

It won't take them long to find us. But the bomb will go off first.

Don't get any ideas about trying to interfere.

They're war surplus detonators and they're tamper-resistant.

I see. I don't even know your names.

Sarita. Davina.

Really?

What's to stop me from just grabbing the case and...?

Try it.

Both strain

aw, I'm glad I did that (!)

Gun cocks

well, well, well. The bimbos from hell.

Why are you so persistent?

Don't know, uncle Dave. Better just get used to it.

I'm not your uncle.

But you were dad's best friend until you ruined him.

You're Jack's daughters?

Sarita and Davina?

Excuse me there's something I really should say at this point...

Shut up, son! You, come here.

This is really important...

Shut up! There is a...

Why don't you do the job properly, uncle Dave?

It's the only way you're gonna stop us.

Don't imagine it isn't in my mind. Hey!

Hey.

Is that a bomb? That's what I've been trying to say!

Get out!

'The guy's an absolute psychopath.'

if I had my way, we'd walk.

I've never walked away from a job. His problems are personal.

Ours are professional. You can say that.

You didn't get a 12-bore parting in your head. The guy's bent.

So bent, he could run through a hedge and never touch the thing.

All right, you two. All right, all right.

Now, look, here's the new deal.

This time, we don't just sweep the place.

We give the entire electronics operation

a complete security overhaul.

We make it airtight, then we stick with it all the way down the line.

And what about major cardenas and his boys brigade?

We work around him.

Now, they're not gonna like it much,

and we're probably gonna like it even less.

But that's the way it's gotta be.

Guys, I get the feeling we're getting deep into something

we may have cause to regret.

Beckett, look at this.

Those are armed guards down there, in the research area.

Those are tasers.

Stun guns? Yeah.

A high-voltage shock disables your target but you take them alive.

This has got to be the most hush-hush armoured vehicle

in the civilised world.

Don't speculate. Just get it protected.

Mr O'Neill, those guards are a complete waste of time.

Between us up here and the gates of hell down there,

it's well-covered.

This is all of it?

All we could put together from memory.

You know as well as I do

this is nothing like the level of hard data we need.

We'll get more. What's to get?

They found your wire tap on their email

and you blew up the technology.

Come on, Bob. We're broke.

I'm sorry (!) What can I say?

Maybe you should think about another line of business.

Wait!

Uh-uh!

Now, that's what I call an item.

Beckett, what did you do?

I dunno.

What did I tell you? That's not for outsiders.

I hope Ed's not fallen asleep on the job.

Ros... Mm-hm?

It's not the monitors at all. It's the camera!

So, how did they do that to the camera there?

Isotronic light bomb. It's bright enough to blind anything.

0achine-gun fire

We're security... Move. Move!

Wait! We're on the same side.

Let me go! Get off me!

You stupid, stupid pair.

Not one of you has the faintest idea what's at stake here.

Very clever.

What do you think you're playing at? Don't waste your time.

Can't you see he's having his strings pulled?

Understand this.

That vehicle has got to be brought back.

I don't care who gets hurt to make that happen.

I'm fighting for my life here.

So don't imagine I'm gonna be too concerned about these two.

Call them hostages. It's what they are.

Give your boss this message. He'll know who it's from.

We've each got something the other wants.

If he lets my sister go without harming her,

I'll tell him where to find his Van.

He's got 45 minutes, and the clock is ticking.

I think those radioactive warning signs on the packaging

are the only explanation.

The only explanation for what?

For why this military vehicle is so special.

I think its power unit is an rtg.

A what?

A radio-isotope thermoelectric generator.

Buzzing

they put them in satellites.

They use plutonium as a power source.

They run for years and years and years.

Plutonium! Plutonium.

Plutonium dioxide. It's reasonably stable,

but highly radioactive, of course, and incredibly toxic.

These people are flouting all safety laws

to produce a new long-range battlefield vehicle.

Mm. What are the risks of the radiation getting out?

The people who make them say the safeguards are adequate.

Environmental groups say these things

are a disaster waiting to happen.

And much good may finding it do you.

Is my sister in danger?

Well... it's pretty scary stuff, but...

..They don't blow up on their own.

As long as nothing breaches the plutonium container,

she'll be safe as eggs.

What about dynamite?

Now, an rtg puts out intense electromagnetic interference.

Well, that's one hell of a giveaway

for what's supposed to be a covert vehicle.

Good point. Which is why we have to shield the power unit.

If someone tampers with that shielding,

you get a lot of local electrical interference.

The kind of interference that knocks out traffic lights, right?

14 sets of traffic lights have all gone haywire in the last two hours.

You see? She has got to be somewhere around here.

The rtg powers a sodium sulphur battery.

And that's the thing that drives the vehicle.

Right. So, how come it doesn't just crawl along like a milk float?

Well, it doesn't actually drive the car. It drives a flywheel.

The flywheel...

You're working on me. Well, you did see the plans.

It seems a shame to waste a good opportunity.

You're fairly incredible. Only fairly?

She's got to be somewhere close. Well, how do you know that?

Look at the monitor.

It's the same interference that was messing with the traffic lights.

Beckett, I think she's over there.

Where's Davina?

Look, we're not enemies.

They've got our partner as well as your sister.

Well, is she ok?

O'Neill's made a lot of threats, but no-one's been hurt... yet.

Now, why don't you put that down?

Clanging

sarita, did you try and strip down the Van?

You've removed some of the internal shielding, haven't you?

I poked around a bit...

But it's technology I've never seen before.

That's a plutonium-powered rtg.

It's also been fitted with a passive safety system.

Well, I hope you didn't poke around too much. Ah.

"Ah"? What does "ah" mean?

Well, I took off a few panels and got a few photographs.

And I... I concreted 30lbs of high explosives into the shielding unit.

What's it doing?

You took the shields off. You triggered the passive safety system.

Paul cray?

Speaking.

'Listen very carefully.'

tell O'Neill that we found the vehicle.

Some of the internal shielding has been removed.

Interference from the rtg

has triggered the passive safety device.

So it's now on its way back to the factory

with a load of dynamite on board.

If it goes up, it'll spread plutonium everywhere.

Half the country will be radioactive.

Hello? Hello?

'Hello? Hello, Paul?

'Paul, where are you?'

Beckett, what are you doing?

It'll crash into the Jeep.

No, it's ok. It avoids cars and people.

Beckett!

I'm getting on board. I'll drive.

She wasn't kidding.

I'm not responsible.

If you want to blame anyone, blame her! Do it to her.

No.

There comes a point where you have to cut your losses and quit.

You just reached it.

Time to go.

He's still breathing.

Paul cray, personal account.

I'll be at the city airport in 15 minutes.

Just get me on any flight anywhere!

Anywhere! Just get me in the air.

Is there any way out?

"Is there any way out"?! I can't see one.

I can't make the controls work. We have to disarm the bomb instead.

It's tamper-proof. Can you throw it out?

It's in solid concrete.

I'm coming over,

but where do you keep the tool kit? It's under the passenger seat.

You ok? Look.

And this!

Well, if we can't get the bomb away from the plutonium,

we'll just have to get the plutonium away from the bomb.

Tool kit.

O'Neill.

O'Neill!

Listen to me, and listen to me carefully.

I think that Van's headed back here and it does not look good.

Can you get us out of here?

Come on, O'Neill.

Burn in hell!

We're almost there. What's on the timer?

Four minutes.

Maybe the workshop doors will stop it.

It's still gonna explode.

Yeah, if we get this out,

it'll just be a conventional explosion in the yard.

Ed and Davina might still have a chance.

Never mind ed and Davina, what about us?

For god's sake, man!

Do one decent thing in your life and get us the hell out of here!

I don't care.

This is nothing! I'll rebuild it all.

And this time...

Nobody is gonna get the opportunity to let me down!

O'Neill...!

O'Neill!

O'Neill!

How long now?

Less than two minutes.

Ros, what if this hits the ground at speed?

We hope it's strong enough to take it.

I've done that. Good. Do this one.

Beckett, look, the doors are shut.

If it stops, we can get this out. Where's ed when you need him?

I think the doors are opening! It's not gonna stop!

You're just trash!

Get back!

Aarrgh!

Stay back.

Go! Get inside. All the way through.

Get out the back. Why?

The back is outside the plasma cage.

It's gonna blow any second! Go!

No! No!

Do you know what time it is? Oh, shh! Don't distract me.

I'm hammering him. Get out of it. It's luck.

How come when I'm winning, it's luck,

and when you're wining, it's skill?

"Clear those decks and call me mr speed." Oh, yeah(!)

How much longer do you think you're gonna be?

With a radioactive thermal generator?

I don't know. About 20... 25 years?

Ed laughs

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