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[theme music]

[bell ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Say goodbye, Wonderboy. - Say goodbye, Wonderboy.

- Yeah! - Alright!

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[laughs]

[laughter echoing]

[alarm ringing]

"Navy's newest sub to make shakedown cruise."

Do me a favor and trash that paper.

Give me some more background information

on this kid, Billy Hercules.

Our boy genius.

They say he's so smart, the Russians tried to make him

defect and work on their own Starwars Projects.

Okay, so the Russians don't want him.

Now, listen to this though.

Not only they choose to offer this kid academic scholarship

but he's been offered a full ride by every university.

MIT, Caltech, Stanford.

Whoa.

This kid must have everybody eating out the palm of his hand.

[laughing]

Forget it.

She is in the majors. And you're not even in little league.

[bell ringing]

(male teacher) Remember, class, we will be

to Langston Naval Base.

We'll be guests of the Navy. So, please, I expect everybody

to conduct yourselves accordingly.

Don't do anything that will cause embarrassment

to James Monroe High School. Who threw that?

Hey, Einstein, what's the big hurry?

Don't you know it's disrespectful not to say hello.

- Isn't that right, guys? - Yeah.

Excuse me. Could you direct us to the principal's office?

Mm-hmm. Go down around the corner..

His office is inside..

What's in the bag? What have we got here?

Brain food. Hey, I wonder if we eat this

if we're gonna become brain busters like our friend, Billy.

I am starting to feel smarter already.

Heywood, if you're getting smarter

try and guess what's for desert?

That's easy butt-head. Almond fudge brownies.

No, those are dog biscuits for my German Sheppard.

Let's go! Come on!

Hey, Billy, no running.

Billy, I'm T.J. White. This is Clark Kent.

Can we have a moment?

We're from Schuster University and our school publication

wants to do a story on you.

Look, I don't mean to be rude, but you're the fifth college

this week that's come to interview me.

I'm sorry, but I have a lot work to catch up on.

That was the shortest interview in the history of journalism.

Talk about a bitter kid.

(Clark) I don't think he's better.

Maybe, just unhappy.

[instrumental music]

That's looks complicated. Can I help you with it?

I seriously doubt it.

It is primarily based on multiple neural network models.

I'm trying to verify the equilibrium

of the hot-field paradigm

using a scalar quadratic weaponal function.

- I can't help you with it. - You're not into computers?

Well, some. But that's way ahead of my league.

I saw the face-off you had this afternoon with those three--

Apes?

Yeah. They're not the only ones who treat me like a freak.

When I walk down the hall, I hear people say

"There goes the dweeb with the IQ."

They treat me like an alien.

I just wanted to be treated normal.

I think I know how you feel.

But being different doesn't mean you're not normal.

It could mean you're special.

Yeah.

Sometimes...I just wish I had someone I could hang out with.

- Someone I could talk to. - I like to talk to my father.

Mine died when I was five.

I'm sorry.

Can you talk to your mom at all?

She's okay.

But there's just some things I can't talk to her about.

Like girls, huh?

Amanda. She doesn't even know I'm alive.

She seems a bit old for you. How about someone your age?

Girls my age are too childish.

I need more mature women, like Amanda.

But right now she's into Jocks.

Girls go through stages alright.

Right now, probably

popularity is the most important thing to her.

As time goes, you'll find

that girls put more weight on things like intelligence.

Yeah. But right now how do I get her to notice me?

[instrumental music]

[ship horn blowing]

Inside this room you'll see our computer system operators.

It is here that we have direct communication with all vessels

including aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines.

Each operator has its own 16 character password

to gain primary access into the system.

Now, these characters are committed to memory.

Notice that as he types in his password

nothing appears on the screen.

That's so nothing shows that could be observed

by an unauthorized person.

Access to the computer room

is permitted only by the use of one of these.

This is a smart card.

Hey, mental-head. Give up.

What makes you think, she's gonna have eyes for you?

Yeah. How are you gonna turn her on?

Charlie Jock there can do the 198.

You can't even walk straight.

Tomorrow at 3 PM, the Roosevelt will start its shakedown cruise.

This will be broadcast on national television.

At that time we'll also demonstrate

the sub's state of the art computer system.

I understand that you have a TV in your classroom.

I trust you'll be watching.

[indistinct chattering]

[instrumental music]

[mumbling]

"To think I might would thrill me.

"But still I'm happy to have found you.

And hope you'll find me. Billy."

(Navy commander) It took a long time

And the Navy is proud of this newest submarine

which this day joins our underwater fleet.

In a few moments, it will start its shakedown cruise

and you'll observe just how

completely computer controlled this sub is.

State of the art is an understatement

when applied to this boat.

Ready, Lieutenant?

(automated voice) Underway, shift colors.

Main Ballast pressure verifies nominal condition.

Maneuvering bridge.

All ahead, one-third.

[intense music]

[alarm blaring]

What is that?

I look at you and you don't see me.

But in my dreams you do.

It would take just a smile for you to free me.

I love you, Amanda Drew.

[cheering]

I can't compete with the those around you.

To think I might would thrill me.

But still I'm happy to have found you

and hope you'll find me. Billy.

[intense music]

[alarm blaring continues]

Man battle stations...missile.

Conditionalize full system over rise.

Go to manual mode. We've a deceit system compromise.

Pull all centennial communications.

(automated voice) Prepare tubes one and sixteen.

[reporters clamoring on TV]

Something happened. It's all messed up.

One thing he sure can't think is that he's

in a threat to them, huh?

(Navy commander on TV) Everybody, one at.

What? He was just her. Where does he always go?

Get everybody out of here.

Sorry, folks. There will be answers.

(automated voice) Missiles one and sixteen..

Missiles one and sixteen.

Lieutenant, what the hell is happening?

A computer virus, sir.

Somehow the Roosevelt thinks its launched two birds.

Shut the damn thing off.

Sir, there's no way to stand down.

The virus is still out of control.

The computer has us locked out.

We can't recall.

What exactly are you saying, Lieutenant?

Our nuclear missiles are set detonate above target.

Since no target was defined

the missiles are designed to self destruct

one half hour from launch.

In 30 minutes...this sub along with half the coastline

will be blown into orbit.

(automated voice) Twenty nine minutes.

I love you, Amanda Drew.

[ship horn blowing]

Yes, sir. The sub is out to sea.

Only a skeleton crew aboard. We're trying to track the virus.

[dramatic music]

Yes, sir.

The sub is putting distance between itself and the coast.

Sir. I'll keep you informed on a minute to minute basis.

Yes, I'm in contact with all Air Force and Army commands

east of the Mississippi.

All navy units have been put on emergency standards.

And every medical facility

has been made aware of the situation.

Yes, sir.

(male reporter on TV) Several defense forces

from Charleston to the Florida Keys.

All sea and air traffic have been diverted..

[switches the TV off]

Billy.

Superboy.

I know why you're here. I did something terrible.

I'm sorry.

Guess, you're here to take me to jail.

No, I'm actually here to ask for your help.

I tried. They cut all lines of communication.

I can't get access to their computer banks.

You're the only one that knows the code you used

to embedded the poem into the computer program.

Come to the sub with me?

- Yeah. - Okay. Come on.

Hold on.

(automated voice) You think I might

But still I'm happy to have found you.

Please verify that the silos are sealed.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir, we have confirmation

from Norad of the computer situation.

The virus has tape-wormed the carrier packet

and embedded itself somewhere in the parallel processors.

It's so deep we're not sure where it is.

Damn!

[dramatic music]

I need some help here.

Every time I think I've got it, it's somewhere else.

(officer over radio) Lieutenant, bogey approaching

she's coming in fast.

Wait, lieutenant, I think it's Superboy.

Superboy?

Let him board.

Superboy, I'm Lieutenant Redman. I sure hope you can help us.

Here's someone who can lieutenant.

His name is Billy Hercules.

He planted the poem and the computer program.

- I'm sorry. - We'll talk about that later.

Right now, how about getting that virus killed.

Is there anything I can do, Lieutenant?

I don't know.

We can't rescind the order to self destruct.

So our only hope is to deactivate the missiles.

To do that we've to get through this hatch

to the missile compartment.

Computer has us locked down and neutralized the manual system.

Oh, that's no problem.

No!

The door is triggered to blow up this section

if opened without the proper code.

What if I don't touch the hinges?

I'll burn a hole through the center of it?

Can you do it? That door is steel. Six inches thick.

(automated voice) Twenty-one minutes.

Twenty-one minutes? It's gonna be close.

[dramatic music]

I think. This may be that did it.

I typed in the 34th iteration.

(automated voice) System recovered.

The kid did it.

[crew cheering]

I can take it from here, Billy.

(automated voice) Access denied.

Damn. We're still locked out.

(automated voice) Fifteen minutes

(officer over radio) Final evacuation chopper

Have everyone report to the missile deck.

Prepare to board the chopper.

That means you too, Billy.

No, we gotta get the door open.

- And we still have time. - No, you don't.

Put him on the chopper for me.

- It means you too, Lieutenant. - No way. I stay with my sub.

[intense music]

(Billy) Superboy.

I couldn't go. I sneaked off the chopper.

Don't be mad.

I'm not mad. But I can't put you in anymore danger.

I gotta help. It's all my fault.

Damn. I thought I had it that time.

What we gotta do is, go and unlock

everything that the virus has infected.

(automated voice) Thirteen minutes

(automated voice) I can't. I can't. I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

Ahh!

Superboy!

- You're okay? - Are you okay?

(automated voice) Security door disarmed.

Now, I am.

[dramatic music]

(automated voice) Ten. Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six. Five. Four.

Three. Two. one.

[instrumental music]

She's all yours, Lieutenant.

He's quite a man, Billy.

And the best tradition of the United States Navy.

What do you think they'll give him? A congressional medal?

Maybe.

What do you think they'll give me? A prison sentence?

I hope nothing that severe. But there will be discipline.

Yeah, I can handle it, I guess.

What you've been through in the last half hour

you can handle anything.

- You really think that? - I know that.

- Shall we fly? - Yeah.

[instrumental music]

Captioned by Grant Brown