Chain Reaction Page #5

Dammit! What ajoke.

It won't work without the right frequencies.

What did he say?

He said that's what he's been

trying to tell you for days.

Look. Let's try it again in the morning, OK?

- See you back here at 8.15 tomorrow?

- I have a feeling, Dr Sinclair,

the solution will present itself.

I doubt it.

It had better

or your usefulness will soon be outlived.

Take them back to their room.

I wish you wouldn't threaten

to kill my scientists to their faces.

It might make my job easier.

Lucasz, Hamada, seal the lab!

I want to see those printouts

first thing in the morning.

- It's working?

- Yes.

- How?

- Lucasz claims he figured it out.

Lucasz?

That's his story.

When I got here, the output

was going right through the roof!

Son of a b*tch!

It really does work. Ha!

Dr Shannon, take a look at that.

We've got it.

What did you do?

Nothing.

I couldn't sleep last night, sir.

I heard this voice saying,

go and check different frequencies

because we were trying

on 15 and 20 megahertz.

So I went down to the lab

and ran the experiment

and it all worked out.

So... here we are, sir.

Did you document

the regulator frequencies?

Not yet.

I'd like those on a disk... Now, sir.

None too shabby, hey, Mr Shannon?

- Doctor.

- Thank you.

Where are you going, Paul?

I'm going to check this

against the Chicago data.

I'll try to meet you at the silo.

- Wait as long as you can.

- Yes, sir.

Hello, Eddie!

I figured it was you.

Nice place you have here, Shannon.

Ten-megajoule lasers.

Particle reactors.

Congress de-funded

most of the stuff here years ago.

They made a mistake.

Is this part of the Moore Foundation?

In a manner of speaking.

Power and money.

Is that what this was all about?

I'm afraid it's more complicated than that.

He was a 60-year-old scientist

who did nothing but good

and they put a bag over his head.

It was a mistake.

I didn't want anything

to happen to Alistair.

But a decision had to be made.

So...

Who made the decision?

- You?

- That's my job.

That's what I'm paid to do.

I'm paid to do dirty work.

Work people don't want to know about.

People want to live in split-level homes.

They want microwave dinners

and colour TV.

Is that what you think?

Alistair was a dreamer.

Clean air, free energy.

Noble concepts

but we live on a planet

that is addicted to petroleum.

What happens if you dump

free energy onto the market?

World stock markets would plummet.

Our own economy would collapse.

Recession,

unemployment, war.

The world is speeding up too fast now, Eddie.

We can barely hold on as it is.

You're right, it's not working.

So we've got to try something else.

Not bury the technology, but let it out.

You let it out, but you let it out

at a pace the world can absorb.

It can absorb it now.

There's our boy.

Mr Kasalivich!

How kind of you to join us.

Give us a moment, Lyman.

Eddie and I are having a conversation.

Please! Don't let me stop you!

Who runs this place, Shannon? You?

- Or the guy with the guns?

- Well,

we are a cooperative

of sorts.

Run at the behest

of the United States government.

But without their knowledge, right?

My, my, but your friend is sharp, Paul.

All right, Eddie.

What do you want?

There are the specs for the regulator.

You can pull the frequencies

off the computer.

Now let us go.

I get it to work. You give us our lives back.

That was the deal, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, that was the deal.

I'm afraid, young man,

your position is non-negotiable.

I see.

I want to tell you this story

how I got inspired.

- I had this dream...

- No!

Hold on.

I will continue.

What's happening?

What did you just do?

I just told the FBI I was willing to surrender.

Oh, and er... I think your experiment

just got a mind of its own.

Check the breakers.

Everybody, back to your stations!

What the hell's going on, Doyle?

It started a few minutes ago...

hundreds of pages.

Technical drawings,

experiment specs, budgets,

personnel records, minutes,

mostly marked top secret.

- Where's it coming from?

- C-Systems.

It's like they dumped their mainframe

into our computers.

Here's a special love note just for you.

Jesus Christ, Kasalivich.

He's in a bunker in Leesburg

with his bomb-making buddies

and wants us to arrest him.

- Lake Geneva Radical Bomb Network?

- Sound like bullshit?

It sounds like you owe me $100.

Make sure that fax doesn't run out of paper.

- Hamada!

- Still off-line!

- Pressure?

- 500 psi and rising.

What the hell's going on?

We've lost control of the system, Lyman.

We can't shut it down.

Turn it off.

It's self-sustaining. It can't be shut down.

Al! How long before

we run out of storage capacity?

I don't know. It's accelerating.

- 20 minutes before it blows?

- Maybe less.

- Is he right?

- I'm afraid he is.

Well done, Eddie.

Well done.

You wouldn't blow it up

if you weren't sure you'd get out alive.

Sure I would.

Lyman, I think it's time

we got the hell out of here.

- No!

- Chen!

- Lily!

- Chen!

For God's sake, Lyman!

Chen! Chen!

Wait!

- Jesus Christ!

- What is wrong with you?

- Turn it off!

- That was totally unnecessary.

If you haven't got the stomach for this,

stay out of the way.

I'm going to turn down the power.

- No!

- Don't touch that!

Don't!

Hydrogen containment failure.

Potential personnel hazard.

- The compressor's just shut down.

- Turn it back on!

- You can't.

- The computers are down.

Get out!

Get out! Everybody!

- Fix it.

- I can't now.

- Fix it!

- I can't!

I wouldn't do that, Lyman.

It will ignite the hydrogen.

It's over, Lyman. It's over.

I guess it's time to go.

Go! Go!

Give me the disk.

You two, stay!

No, Lyman! Let them go!

What possible difference can it make now?

- They stay!

- When does it end, Lyman?

Never.

Well, it's not your decision.

The decision is mine,

and I say they're coming.

You can stay with them... if you like.

We must go now.

Well, are you coming?

Warning. Warning.

Air contaminants at critical level.

Come on, Paul! We've got things to do!

I'm sorry, Eddie.

- Shannon!

- Shannon!

Please!

Warning! Air contaminants at critical level.

Evacuate immediately.

Warning. Air contaminants at critical level.

Evacuate immediately.

All containment doors are now closed.

The tanks.

OK, here's the elevator.

There's room for everybody.

I'm looking for two men.

Paul Shannon and Lyman Collier.

Hang onto them.

Follow the blue evacuation route arrows

to the elevators.

Move in an orderly fashion

quickly and quietly...

Our friends from the FBI

will be here presently.

Anita, we're on our way.

You two go to the north elevator.

I'll take it from here.

Come on! Come on, Lily.

Eddie, which way?

By the way, Paul, do you have that disk?

The one with the magic frequency?

Thank you so much.

You know, Paul,

maybe it's time to call it a day.

Maybe you're getting too old for this.

What do you think, huh?

But then again

what would we do?

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