Detonator II: Night Watch Page #5

Definitely a space vehicle.

Probably a satellite.

UNACO's running Mao Yixin's

fingerprints, but there's nothing yet.

You know, what I don't

understand is,

why would Schraeder have all those

reproductions in his private study?

I mean, they're not

worth much.

What does this satellite

need as a launch vehicle?

Not a lot. This is one miniature

piece of equipment.

What if they're real?

- What?

- Schraeder's paintings.

He swapped the " Night Watch,"

he could have swapped lots of paintings.

I'd recognize a real Degas

if I saw one.

Are you sure?

Yolanda, it's Nic k.

Where did you see this Degas?

Um... Chicago

Art Institute.

I want you to call

the Chicago Art Institute,

and ask them to check

on the authenticity of "L'Etoile"

by Degas.

Yeah, now.

We need a list

of all of Schraeder's art.

Damn! Myra and the Grahams

were working together.

- You don't know that.

- Shut up!

This arrogant scheme--

why the hell did you insist

on forging painti ngs?

You got over a million phones

and I just finished

the satellite that controls them.

You remember that

when you badmouth our deal.

Our deal... is over.

We know Mao killed the girl.

We know the painting's there.

Okay, but it's

the satellite now.

I mean, we found a guy

who's built a satellite.

But for what?

That's what Caldwell's after.

Caldwell barely knew Myra.

For him it's just business.

Mike, listen.

Caldwell has to deal

with a lot of crap.

A lot of red tape.

We just have

to give him some time.

Yeah well, he can

take his time.

I'm gonna go after Mao.

Mike, listen. Mike!

Mike, that's an order!

Michael!

Damn it, Michael!

Help!

Help!

Stop it!

Help!

- Are you all right?

- No.

Can I help you?

Who do you work for?

Answer me!

Sabrina!

Hey, have you seen a girl around?

Mike, I'm here!

You screwed up, Graham.

I mean this time.

Just this time.

I don't want to lose

another partner.

I know.

Especially you.

Mao Yixin?

I finally got something on

his fingerprints from U.S. Customs.

He's a high-ranking member

of the Communist party

of the People's Republic

of North Korea.

- North Korea?

- He visited California

the same year Schraeder

left for Hong Kong.

I'll bet Mao's

running their show.

What do you think

you are doing?

Satellite is ready to launch

from Hong Kong harbor.

Since when have you--?

The capitalist

as his true self.

If you're thinking

of killing me,

there's a password

you'd better know.

Ah, the password

for the satellite software,

is that the password

you're speaking of, Martin?

On permanent loan from

the National Gallery in Washington,

your illustrious capital.

You see, it's like this, Martin.

I have spent

the last eight years

babysitting

a capitalist eccentric

while he created the weapon

of the 21 st century.

A perfect marriage

of technology,

convenience and greed.

Now... what's the password?

Huh-uh, you won't do it.

You're thinking I'll kill you

once I get the password?

Oh, no, no, no.

I mean what if the system fails?

Now, the password.

No!

You won't burn it.

Watch me.

Watch me, Martin.

Stop, oh God!

There are many more paintings and

I have plenty of lighter fuel.

The password is...

"hoosier."

H-O-O-S...

I-E-R.

So as far as the Hong Kong

police are concerned,

- there were no witnesses to the murder.

- What else?

I'm transmitting now. Aztec Scientific,

the company Schraeder was fired from,

built the scrambling system

for the US military communications.

- Did he work on it?

- He designed it.

Details from the pentagon soon, okay?

I'm logging off.

The phone.

Fisk! Send your

systems expert in here.

Watch this.

Authorization

to commence routine

procedural rotation of sector two,

agent Sang to supervise.

Our top six agents in zone F,

Burma, Laos, are to fly immediately--

Hey, that's a secure line

from Washington!

No, it ain't.

Not with this little guy.

Let's try patching it

into the mainframe.

- Oh God.

- Cyberspace overload.

That's amazing.

Was that suppose

to do that?

Apparently.

A communication bomb.

Wait a second.

When the eavesd ropping phone

gets the signal...

bingo!

Everything blows?

- And it's all controlled by...

- By the satellite.

Snappy.

Pretty snappy.

Is there anything worse

than seeing your children die?

Take them with you.

- Please for mankid's sake.

- No.

Mankind has been enjoying

your fakes for years.

Mankind doesn't know

the damn difference. Zhung.

After you've seen them burn,

you can blow to kingdom come.

These last eight years

have been hell, Martin,

but today...

today makes up for it.

Good bye, Ma rti n.

The Degas at the Chicago

Art Institute is a fake.

Mike, Schraeder had

a Mary Cassatt in his collection.

Come on, guys,

move it, move it!

Red Star,

on our way to you.

Roger.

Docking in 10 minutes.

No, please, no!

Sergeant!

On the door!

Come on.

Let's go, let's go!

Where is that coming from?

- I'll go.

- No, I'll go. Wait.

Wa--

- I like this. Let's go.

- Help me!

- I hear Schraeder.

- They're burning the paintings.

Get me out of here!

Help!

- Please! No!

- Schraeder, is that you in there?

- Yes, where are you?

- Let me go first.

This could be a setup.

What are you doing?

I'm ordering you to let me decide.

How do we beat security, Schraeder?

- You can't.

- I'll do it.

Entry denied.

Go.

The paintings,

Mao's booby-trapped them!

Um...

- where's the satellite?

- Mao took it to launch.

Where is the launch pad?

They're rendezvousing

with a Korean freighter--

equipped with a rocket.

Pier 44.

Two Mercedes vans, white.

One is ground control.

Fisk, search the estate.

You and you, let's go.

No, wait!

There's a bomb!

A bomb?

A bomb, a bomb.

- Mike.

- It's okay, it's okay.

I got it, I got it.

- Red, yellow, black.

- Be careful.

Blue.

Oh!

Oh, sh--

All out!

Go!

Everybody clear the building.

Outside!

What the--!

Come on!

Mike!

The idea is

to get there alive.

Exactly.

I hope you two realize that

this honeymoon cover

it's just that-- cover.

UNACO agents do not get

romantically involved.

- Of course, sir.

- Did you get that, Michael?

Oh, hell yes, Nick.

I'm just glad to be here.

...satellite dish.

Watch out!

Could be booby-trapped.

- It's empty.

- Where 's the satellite?

- Look! Over there.

- That's our freighter. Let's go.

Sabrina, see if you can find

the mission control van.

- Oh, c'mon--

- Do it now, do it! Close the door!

Be carefu l, Mike.

Oi, buddy, come here!

Come here, oi!

- We want your boat.

- My boat?

- It's not my boat.

- Thanks very much. Off, off!

Throw the line! Throw the bloody line!

Throw the line, come on!

When do I get

my boat back?

Hey, hey!

- How about that rope?

- Yeah, I see it.

I'll get you close.

Give me your gun.

I'll decoy!

Countdown...

Lift-off.

Freeze!

Okay, where is the--

get down!

Where is

the abort button?

Come on!

Hey!

Get back here!

Oh! Oh.

Oh!

Grahams.

Room 1435.

Um, yes.

Michael Graham.

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