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This is good.

Thanks for that much.

And for printing up the sights.

Sounds like a maroon.

At the Coast Guard station.

Come on, Tom.

operations?

No answer.

Damn, McGraw!

I warned him not to take any chances.

Oh, wait, they've gone out after this.

They wouldn't have fired a distress rocket in that case.

Why didn't you take a patrol out there?

They've obviously got trouble.

Listen, I thought things already in the station.

By the time we get up, there'll be nothing left to do but pick up the pieces.

Anyway,

I'll probably need to be my neck and leave my hands on before the night soon.

I'd like a word with you, Inspector.

With all of you, in fact.

What the hell is this?

A state of emergency.

This island is being placed under martial law and I'm taking control.

Martial law? Are you a head-hoard?

And as a representative of the Civil Authority Inspector, you will be required to cooperate with me.

And who's authority?

I'm sure you're acquainted with the law on the subject.

The book states that a proclamation of martial law is not necessary

since the right of the military to exercise exceptional powers depends on the circumstances and not on the proclamation.

I think I got that right, haven't I?

You still have to prove your authority.

The decision has been taken at the highest level.

In fact, Inspector, the situation can no longer be left in civilian hands.

You can't impose martial law without troops, Howard.

No, of course not.

Mr. Kerry!

Yes, sir?

What time is the raiding party view?

Oh, 800 hours now.

Mr. Kerry came in ahead of the task group by parachute.

You took a hell of a chance, didn't you?

It was necessary.

We're trained for blindrops.

Oh? What unit?

A rather special one, Mr. Gaffigan.

And how the rest of your men come in? They cut land in this weather.

I'd back these men to land in any weather.

However, if there are no further questions, I suggest we get moving.

I have one.

The army's not doing all this, just to apprehend the murderer, are they?

My orders are defined, if possible, but no, that is not the point of the mission.

Then what is the point of all this?

Principally to retrieve certain highly sensitive military equipment before it falls into the wrong hands.

That submarine thing.

An official secret, Inspector.

I'm afraid I presented you with a fait accompli.

I trust you'll accept it gracefully.

No chance, Colonel. I'll be asking loads of questions.

For example, why wasn't I told about this earlier?

Why has it been all played on the hand?

Speed and secrecy.

Now, I want you and the doctor to stay here.

It's very probable that you'll be needed later tonight, Doctor.

Why?

Expect no war.

If you are needed, you'll be told.

Inspector, the moment your patrols encounter anything I want to hear.

Mr. Caffacin, you and Miss Pattison will come with me.

Where to?

To the golf course. I may need your specialist knowledge, right?

It seems we have no alternative.

Quite.

Incidentally, Inspector, there's no point in trying to ring the mainland.

The line's out of order.

Since when?

Since about ten o'clock.

The hell is that of order?

We've cut a dumb thing.

I'll go on to the RV then, sir.

Yes, we'll set up headquarters at the clubhouse.

Keep radio contact. The cabin signal's been lifted.

Right, ours.

The hell damaged the post office property, eh?

I can see the post office in the Army, haggling him without it for years.

I can't see the necessity for cutting the line anyway.

There's no necessity on it.

Unless, of course, Colonel Howard doesn't want the mainland to know who's going to be here.

I have a feeling that we'll be in court.

Why?

What could we do that to him?

I don't know, Tom.

What's the maximum range of our radios?

Seven miles, isn't it?

I am perfect conditions.

Right.

Send the car out to Sathadhi Point.

You'll probably have to use one of the special constants.

Ask him to try and contact Sergeant Nabyha at O'Mucky.

Give him this message.

Right.

Oh, do you want him to state Sathadhi?

Hi.

All night, if necessary.

We must minty in our link with HQ.

Sunray Minor to Sunray Over.

Sunray to Sunray Minor, receiving you over.

Have sighted landing grabbed over.

Sunray, Roger, out.

Excellent.

They'll hit the beach at first light.

We have one hour exactly to carry out this operation.

And everything's going very smoothly.

Yes, yes, I think so.

I just hope they don't hit the rocks.

Have you any idea how dangerous this coast is, Colonel Holmes?

Oh, you don't need to be concerned, Miss Patterson.

These men are experts.

Experts can still get killed, Colonel.

Anyone want a drink?

It's all right, I am a member.

Well, if I'm not breaking the law, I'll have a small whiskey.

Somehow I shouldn't think breaking the law worries you very much.

True, but I do have great respect for your police, especially in skin.

Our police?

What you mean here on the island?

Exactly, Miss Patterson.

Your island police.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You know when I was in the services, I never went on leave with my full combat gear?

You're carrying an RT and a pistol.

Where do you think you'll go for your next holiday, Colonel?

I hope your dentistry is less clumsy than your irony, Gaffigan.

True shame.

But we do have a right to know rather more than you've told us.

For example, for example, what that strange craft that you're so interested in actually is.

And how you came to know it was here.

I've already told you what it is, an official secret.

There were only a limited number of places within its range.

We covered them all.

Quite an operation.

It must be a very important official secret.

The powers that be seemed to think so?

I am but a simple soldier.

From NATO intelligence?

Good try for this time in the morning.

Excuse me.

Close math, Becca.

I suppose he has his orders.

Oh sure.

His orders are to cover up what's obviously been a monumental grade egg cock up.

They lost contact with their craft and it ran aground here.

Probably a power failure.

Because what got out of it was no longer a man.

Radioactive.

It's mind and splinters.

And as a result, at least two people have died the most horrible deaths.

God knows what they'll find at the Coast Guard station.

And all Howard can say is that it's an official secret.

Oh, there's going to be hell to pay over this.

If there's a government clamp down, what can we do?

We'll demand an inquiry.

They can't clamp down on murder.

The war is not going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The war is going to be a war.

The sun re-minor to the sun ray over.

The sun ray to the sun ray miner receiving you.

Landing completed.

We will join you shortly over.

The war is going to be a war.

Are they landed yet?

As calculated, almost to the second.

As an ex-paratrooper gaffigan, you should appreciate that.

All I appreciate right now is that you grist men's lives.

It must be even more important than if implied.

Otherwise, why all the urgency?

You're not a fool, gaffigan.

We're trying to prevent an international incident.

What sort of international incident?

I only had one whiskey Miss Patterson.

We're in a war.

It's been a very impressive royal Marines.

There's special forces trained for just this kind of operation.

Where's the mothership?

She's a sub actually.

Too far out to be visible.

You're enjoying this, aren't you, Colonel?

Yes. I suppose I am Miss Patterson.

Sojour is always happiest when the time for action comes.

The last day or two has been rather restrained.

Rating party at your dispersal, huh? Very good, Mr. Carey.

We found this between here and the beach, sir.

Did you indeed?

There's a chance he's not too far away.

That's what I thought.

Good.

We may yet achieve both objectives.

I'll organize a search while you're in the town.

Right, sir.

You picked up the equipment, can I see it?

We're collected on the way.

We have 45 minutes, so we'd have to make it snappy.

This sketch map shows you where the Chandler is.

Know what you have to do.

Right, sir.

So was you who clouded Malcolmson?

Just a tap. I tried not to hurt him.

Will you excuse me? I have things to do.

Stay inside, please.

Come.

Look at this little house of authorities, all right?

One, one, two, four-

What the hell do you think's going on?

You can't have a nation but the look of yourself.

Morning.

Esto, what is it?

I've just heard a wee message from HQ.

Colonel Howard, gunnery instructed

at the Heiland School of Mountain Warfare.

He's now in a hospital in Auburn with a broken head.

Really?

Is that Colonel Howard?

There's an imposter, eh?

Seems to carry a lot of clout for an imposter.

Hey, kill it.

What was you?

What about Inspector?

That's so-called Colonel Howard.

Who is he?

Where is he from?

I'm not at liberty to answer those questions.

Well, it's the civil authority upon this island.

I will give you the liberty.

Thank you.

But at the moment, you're subordinate to the military.

Difficult, isn't it?

What's that?

Professional interest, Miss Patterson?

Something you can't get on prescription.

There's enough anti-toxin there for the whole island,

if necessary.

Oh, my god.

Is that what you meant by an international incident?

You're catching on.

The Vodionoi is equipped with a biochemical warhead.

And something went wrong, so the whole island's in danger.

As to that, we shall know more when

we've examined the Vodionoi.

But we are in time to prevent any consequences.

Is that supposed to be reassuring?

Biological warfare is lunacy nobody can win.

Perhaps all warfare is lunacy.

It's simply a question of degree.

What did you call this thing?

A Vodionoi?

It's a creature of Russian mythology,

a deadly spirit with burning eyes that

can fly above the water or deep beneath it.

I see.

It's Russian.

It is the latest submarine launched

piloted missile to enter service with the Soviet Navy.

That is why my superiors think it's so important.

We've got the Vodionoi outside, sir.

Good.

Have you examined the warhead yet?

No, I thought we'd better get it out of town, first, sir.

Right, Mr. Kerry.

Examine it and then recall the search party.

Very good, sir.

T-T-Rok.

Yes, I know.

He got the salute wrong, didn't he?

Where did you learn your English, Howard?

Well, that can't be your real name, can it?

The answer to your first question is partly Moscow, partly London.

And my name is Kornilov.

I am Colonel Vladimir Kornilov.

Though Colonel Howard is a good friend of mine,

I thought he might not mind too much if I borrowed his identity.

Your permitted English friends, I...

You're not at war, Mr. Gattakin.

I hope he never shall be.

When this incident occurred, I was in Scotland as an official observer of the NATO exercises.

So that explains how you got here so quickly?

Yes, I was fortunate to be so close at hand.

Assistance came as soon as possible.

The lieutenant is also noted for his perfect English, but not for his salutes.

And Kerry isn't his name.

Of course not, Miss Patterson.

You've gone to incredible and dangerous lengths, Colonel.

Back up, needed for an operation like this must be enormous.

It was.

But the Vodionoi is very valuable to us.

Why?

What is it that makes it so valuable?

It is unique.

The Vodionoi is not simply an inert piece of metal.

It has, for instance, its own nervous system.

I mean, it's a lie.

No, not exactly.

But it responds to the pilot's brain in just the same way that your system responds to your brain.

Oh, come on. That's not possible.

Our scientists have been exploring such possibilities since the time of Pavlov.

In the West, you call it cybernetic engineering, the linking of man with machine.

We are 20 years ahead in the technology.

Your government knows this. That is why I can tell you.

Well, you haven't got it right yet, have you?

None of this should have happened.

Misadventure, Mr. Gaffikin.

The fault is yours as much as ours.

How could it be our fault?

No, not yours personally, perhaps.

But from their base at Mermansk, our submarines have to pass between here and the pharaohs.

Your NATO submarines always attempt to shadow them.

Three days ago, there was a collision.

Then an explosion.

Only one man survived.

The pilot of the Vodionoi, Vasily Ginyeva.

He was returning from patrol when the accident occurred.

Oh, so we understand.

The Vodionoi was caught in the radiation blast and crippled.

Ginyeva must have had barely enough fuel to reach land.

The rest you know.

So that thing is radioactive?

No.

No, the level of radiation from the hull must be very slight now.

Two days traveling beneath the ocean is an effective decontaminate.

I'm afraid it's leak, sir.

The tanks nearly empty.

Ruptured in the explosion, I imagine.

I'm afraid Dr. Goudry is going to be busy.

Everyone must have the anti-toxin.

Tell the doctor that he's Viking.

I think you could have started, earlier.

The moment you trace the Vodionoi here,

this virus took years to develop.

My instructions were not to hand over the antidote,

unless I was sure that a biological incident might occur.

And now you are sure?

No.

But I will not take the chance, anyway.

Thank you.

I don't like these things.

Walls should be fought by soldiers.

We've had the recall orders, huh?

Carry on.

I shall join you.

Sam, you're leaving?

We must.

My orders were to recover the Vodionoi and get out fast.

And what about its pilot?

You've been in the army, you understand these things.

Major Ganyeva is expendable.

Your people will be able to learn little from his body.

He is a killer.

He will have to stand trial.

That is the law in this country.

He will die before then.

Radiation.

Probably he is already dead.

Although with his constitution, I hope he is dead.

Ganyeva was a good officer.

A good officer?

He's worse than an animal.

But not Ganyeva's fault.

It's what was done to him.

What do you mean?

The Vodionoi and its pilot must become one organism.

This is achieved by means of this ganglia being

inset into the pilot's skull.

When a pilot returns from a mission,

he can only be released by specialist fitters.

When Ganyeva came ashore, there was nobody here.

What are you saying he damaged himself?

Part of his brain stayed in the Vodionoi.

He became a creature acting only from instinct.

And for 15 years, remember, he has been trained to kill.

Oh, god, that's horrible.

I believe they call it progress.

However, it's true that as long as he's alive,

he is a terrible danger.

Gafakin, would you give me 24 hours to get off this island?

24 hours before reporting to British intelligence.

I'm supposed to leave now that we have the Vodionoi.

But I feel that I owe it to you to try and find Ganyeva.

What do you say?

Do we have a gentleman's agreement?

Yes.

But I can't answer for inskip.

Perhaps if I put Ganyeva out of his misery,

inskip will feel that he owes me a favor.

The men will leave without me.

They've gone.

Hours, I think.

You must get that anti-tox into Dr. Gaudry without delay

and tell him that the injections must be given as soon as possible.

We'll see to it.

Tell me, Korneloff, why you

doing this?

I'm not sure.

Perhaps I have a sense of the raves to be an ost.

Morality.

Do you know this man, Ganyeva?

I knew him well once before.

Before they changed him.

What do you mean changed him?

Vodionoi pilots are selected with even greater care than astronauts.

The training is more rigorous.

They spend long periods under hypnosis,

while their bodies injected with steroids

are brought to a peak of fitness and strength.

The idea is to create superhuman beings.

But you know, I've never met a Vodionoi pilot who

seemed even human.

Well, I must leave you.

Do you know where to look for him?

Here on the golf course, the blood on that ganglia

was wet when we found it.

He probably ran for cover when the raiding party landed.

He may still be hiding, watching my men leave.

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Mike!

Oh!

Oh!

I cannot believe the

okers don't do that.

So

Why have not gone away from me for you?

You feelgate?

Don'tcap your head.

Oh my God.

We can go for that for you too any moment.

That's OK.

Mike, the vaccine.

Yes.

Well, that's it.

The statement's from Fiona and Michael.

Your report.

Bits and bobs.

One army issue, parachute.

One army issue, automatic.

And a set of teeth.

In five bodies?

Ah, in five bodies.

Mind you all of which we can believe when the Russians.

And that's what I call a teddy job.

It's explanation for the teeth.

Well, according to Michael,

the pilot's helmet was fused to the upper jaw.

Some kind of surgical reconstruction that they can place.

Incidentally, is there any vaccine left?

Yeah, there is a drop.

I'll bring it along later.

Perhaps we can find out something from that.

Oh, just a superintendent Ross is arrived with the heavy mob.

He says it's sick as a dog.

Bloody land lover.

He'll be even sicker when he finds out we've got it all sewn up.

He's made the journey for nothing.

You've got no heart inspected.

No, no, four, one, talk.

You know, and I told him about the boy, you know,

he almost accused me of being drunk.

And then later when I said we were under martial law,

he was convinced I had a bad case of the DTS.

Not at all. Just working at it.

A policeman's lot is not a happy one.

Truth's damn words ever written.

Cheers.

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