Looks like the power transistor, Comrade Director Baranovich.
Scrap it. Get another.
From the experimental technical stores?
Yes, Grosch.
I've just come from security gate number three.
The guards admitted a GRU officer four hours ago...
...who matches one of the composite photographs.
They made a positive I.D.
He ordered a dog patrol for the forest...
Wait a minute.
I have seen this man.
And he confirmed those same orders to me. But where was it I saw him?
- Search the building. - We have.
Search it again, the hangar, every closet and room in every building.
He's here. I know it.
Colonel Voskov?
- Yeah, what do you want? - Emergency condition. Security check.
Your identification, comrade colonel.
I'm taking a shower now. I don't want to be disturbed.
Sorry, but there's a saboteur on the loose. We're certain of it.
Is this your idea, or is it Colonel Kontarsky's orders that I be disturbed?
Sorry, comrade colonel.
Dmitri, look at this!
Get Bilyarsk on the phone. Quickly!
The rearward defense pod...
...is it completed, Maxim Ilyich?
I completed the work two hours ago.
I was just stalling.
Good luck, my friend.
Where are you off to?
The lavatory.
I want to know immediately.
- It's Moscow. - I'll take it in there.
Put out the dogs. He might be in the hills.
Control was put on standby.
The first secretary's car will arrive in 12 minutes.
He wasn't to be here until 9:00!
They left Moscow early, sir. No explanation.
- Yes! - Colonel, we've got him.
He's been identified.
- Are you there? - Quickly, tell me!
- He's an American pilot, Mitchell Gant. - American.
A member of their Aggressor squadron...
...trained to combat using Russian machines.
- Go on. - Obviously, sir...
...he knows our planes as well as anyone.
He'd be good for sabotage or information analysis.
Perhaps he intends a close inspection of the MiG-31.
He cannot be here for that!
No, sir. Surely not. He couldn't hope to get away with it!
Thank you, Dmitri. Well done. Arrest Baranovich and the others, now!
No one is to be let near the aircraft! No one! You understand?
Spread out, immediately! Get away from those aircraft, everyone!
Doctor Baranovich, come forward immediately!
They know.
They know now.
Baranovich, come forward!
Colonel Voskov, I must have your identification.
Colonel Voskov, I must have...!
Mitchell Gant. Don't! Close the door!
Sir, airborne early warning radar...
...reports a staggered sector scramble.
Northern and southern squadrons, Red Air Force.
Strike Command is monitoring signs of heavy code communications...
...between Bilyarsk and the Red Banner Fleet.
Predicted activity indicates a liftoff.
He's up! Great mother of God, he's up!
Buckholz, it might be interesting if you contact Washington...
...and tell them to alert Mother 1. - My pleasure. He's done it! He's off!
He did it.
Damn, if he didn't actually do it.
That should establish my route south.
I cut it a little close, but you will have heard that by now.
This is making me feel a little strange. I'll make it short.
No sign of missile or search activity at this time.
I'm cruising south-southwest at 6-5-0 knots airspeed.
I'll now engage the homing device.
I'll activate homing device when you reach the north coast if all goes well.
Reporting that as far as I could tell, your contacts at Bilyarsk...
...were eliminated.
I don't know the damage to Prototype 2...
- Mr. Gant? - That'll be Bilyarsk.
Possibly Air Marshall Kutuzov.
This is the first secretary.
I'm speaking to the individual who has stolen the property of the U.S.S.R.
- Can you hear me, Mr. Gant? - We're getting the royal treatment.
- Yeah, go ahead, I'm listening. - Are you enjoying your ride, Mr. Gant?
- You like our new toy? - It could be improved.
- Your expert opinion, Mr. Gant? - You could say that.
- Aren't you going to threaten me? - I'll do so if that is what you wish.
But first, I'll merely ask you to return what does not belong to you.
Then you'll forget the whole thing?
I do not think that you would believe that, Mr. Gant.
Would you? Well, of course not.
All I'll say is, you'll live if you return immediately.
It is calculated that no more than four minutes would be required...
...before we could sight you back over Bilyarsk.
- And the alternative? - You will not be allowed...
...to hand over the MiG-31 to the security services of your country.
I won't allow that to happen.
I understand.
I'm sorry, sir, but I can't do that.
I see.
You will not, of course, make it to wherever you are going.
Goodbye, Mr. Gant.
The bait's been swallowed. Let's head north.
You have considered that this might be some kind of supreme bluff...
...to keep us from looking north?
While this aircraft escapes south?
No, they're simply paying the price for too many years of softness.
Paying with an act of desperation.
- You are absolutely certain? - I am.
They know the potential of this plane.
If the roles had been reversed, we would have acted similarly.
They will have arranged a refueling point somewhere.
Once we have destroyed it and recovered the MiG...
...we'll hear no more of this.
Give us the Wolfpack map of the U.S.S.R. Quickly!
General Vladimirov.
We ordered a staggered sector scramble in two areas.
We're putting up planes along our southern borders.
We merely have to wait until the plane is sighted again.
It appears, in fact, that he is heading direct south.
We should see him within the hour.
What is the range of the aircraft?
Three thousand miles, maximum.
His refueling point will be waiting...
...presumably, either in the deserts of Turkey, here, or Greece.
But sir, we'll need to know only one thing from you.
What do you wish done when the plane is sighted?
Obliterate it.
Completely.
And that's the latest. Still all clear.
What's the track of Mother 1?
- Temperature minus 31 and holding. - Communications just picked this up.
Picked up by the operator on the Soviet airline frequency.
- And? - He was seen northwest of Volgograd.
Almost tore the nose off the plane before they lost him.
The pilot was screaming his head off.
Good show.
Let's see what this can do.
- He would not have made such an error. - General, you have something to add?
I'm sorry, I was just thinking out loud.
Perhaps you find us a hindrance...
...and prefer to continue on your own?
Well, are you going to share with us what you have found, or not?
Sir, I've discovered...
...what may be a flaw in our tactics.
If the record is right, then he's a fine pilot, maybe even their best.
You must assume that he would have seen the airline in plenty of time.
I believe, now, he was deliberately seen going south to mislead us.
But wasn't it your plan, general, to order this net to the south?
I believe that he is a better pilot than we first assumed.
Then where is he heading, if not south?
I do not have that information yet.
Tell me what it is.
It is the damage report on the second MiG.
The dissidents failed to put the aircraft out of commission.
How soon can it be ready to fly?
Perhaps an hour, perhaps earlier.
It must be cleaned, preflighted and armed.
Yes, I know that! What about the pilot?
He is standing by. He insists that he can still fly.
Positive sound trace.
Installation at Orsk.
Yes? What did you say?
Unknown sound trace from a plane traveling at more than Mach 2.
Picked up west of Orsk.
Yes, of course. We have him now.
Give me a projection of the Urals and as much of the north as you can.
And get me confirmation.
Trace confirmed, sir.
Refused demand for identification. Heading northeast into the mountains.
Trace lost in 30 seconds but heading and speed confirmed.
Well, Vladimirov?
Look at the map and I'll explain my deductions.
He's indeed heading north...
...along here, utilizing the eastern slopes of the Urals.
Apparently an effort to mask himself from visual and sound detection.
Quite clever.
But if he follows the Urals...
...then he will have to take a sighting somewhere.
Most likely the Gulf of Ob or Kara.
There we can track him, despite his radar immunity.
- How? - By heat source, his exhaust.
Alert Wolfpack squadrons, north coast.
Alert all missile sites.
Tell them to train their weapons' aim ahead of the expected path...
...and await further orders.
The infrared guidance system is not the most accurate.
It may be necessary for a Soviet aircraft to act as a target.
Will you give that order?
Of course.
Very well, then the American is about to enter the trap.
Should reach the Gulf of Kara soon. Visibility's bad.
Just turned you guys on. Let's hope it works.
We've got company.
Single aircraft to the starboard.
Likely a Badger, reconnaissance class.
Taking her up. I doubt if she'll see me.
I've got three ground missiles homing in on my exhaust.
Have to make the Badger hotter than me.
Contact time: Nine seconds.
Weapons armed. Five seconds to contact.
Four seconds. Firing system locked in.
Two seconds.
It's going to work.
Well, that's it. We might as well go home.
- We don't know. - The hell we don't know!
An explosion over the Kara Gulf. Wycombe hears it. We report it.
We don't know he's lost!
Really?
And the codes we intercepted between Bilyarsk and the Firechain stations?
They got him. They blew him right out of the sky!
I don't know.
That could mean they didn't.
I think that we should notify Mother 1 to begin transmitting the signal.
Right, it's time. Arthur?
Just hit a spy trawler. Passed right over its head.
Yeah, they spotted me.
Going low to avoid an infrared fix.
It is you who is responsible, General Vladimirov!
You who has failed in bringing down the MiG-31!
I am trying, first secretary.
What about your plan? This trap as you called it? It failed, general!
We must proceed.
Amplify the position of the Riga, please?
Now, a computer projection of the new heading based on the sighting.
Instruct the Riga to hold her position.
Send an alert to all ships of the Red Banner Fleet.
Prepare and give them the alteration of Gant's suspected course.
What is the prediction of Gant's fuel supply?
The computer predicts less than 320 kilometers, sir.
- What are your thoughts, general? - I am thinking, first secretary...
...that he won't reach the polar pack.
He'll have to fly very low and at reduced speeds to conserve fuel.
On his present course, he will be in range of the missile cruiser Riga.
I'm on reserve tanks. Switched in a few minutes ago.
Don't know how much time I've got left. Not much, I suppose.
Mother 1 never made it.
Let's just say we gave it one hell of a try.
Missile cruiser, contact dead ahead.
- Target is not taking avoiding action. - He will.
Too low on fuel to take evasive action.
I'm going in. Let's see what this baby can do.
Now you come. Homing device just activated.
Estimated 1-4-0 miles out.
ECM picking up infrared detection beams. They've got me locked on.
I'm coming in at 20 feet.
Weapons system armed. Rear defense system engaged.
I hope it burns up the sky.
There she is.
Picking up choppers. I'll take one out.
Four missiles launched.
Got two of them.
Boy, is this a machine!
You do not need to be reminded of the absolute crisis that we face here.
The price of failure, Colonel Voskov, for you...
...for many in this room, would be great.
- He is a dead man, first secretary. - Good.
Pass the order to the tower.
You do not seem to agree with the sending of the second prototype.
- I am in agreement. - Then, what then?
Your cruiser is in direct line, is it not, general?
Confident that it can destroy the MiG?
- I am not that confident. - What are you confident of?
There must be something you are wont to do.
- Sir, message from the Riga. - What is it?
Contact made with unidentified aircraft. Missiles fired.
The aircraft was carrying a drone tail unit which detached and ignited.
So, what do you intend to do now, General Vladimirov?
First priority is to order takeoff of the MiG.
Yes, that is done, general. And next?
Order the Riga to head north at all possible speed.
Good. And what else?
Scramble the Polar Search squadrons.
Have them proceed to the predicted landfall on the permanent ice pack.
Order them to begin searching for any possible landing sites.
The permanent ice pack, General Vladimirov?
Yes, it is the only place he can refuel now. There is no mother vessel.
The MiG is approaching takeoff.
Let us hope that we are more successful this time.
Contact point, 90 miles. I'm flying on air.
Estimated ditch point, 60 miles maximum.
Don't know if I have fuel for it, but I'm taking her up to glide in.
14,000 and climbing.
Polar pack is in sight now.
We just received this, transmitted with the latest weather report.
My God, he must be flying on vapor.
- Well? - Well.
You're a bit of an optimist, aren't you?
We're releasing decoys into North Cape. We just heard.
He was spotted five minutes ago.
He's alive?
- Where is he now? - Four miles.
Slightly over 13,000 feet.
- Still on the same bearing? - Yes.
Can he see the floe?
He will in a second. Cloud base is 13,500 feet.
Let's surprise him. Prepare to surface.
I have visibility again...
...but nothing's showing.
Estimated three miles to target.
It looks like I'm going swimming.
I don't believe it.
- He's coming in a hurry. - He must know what he's doing.
Okay, gentlemen.
I can't use the brakes. It's gonna be close.
Simple.
Well, you took long enough.
Check the tires and windshield, will you?
When were they sighted exactly?
The submarines appeared 7 minutes ago south of Spitsbergen.
Airplanes were just sighted.
Well then, there can be no question! They have shown us their hand.
What is the latest from the Polar squadrons?
Still negative.
No landing sites reported on the permanent pack.
Come, come, Vladimirov. Is it so difficult to accept?
You were simply matched against inferior minds. And you have won.
There is no runway made of ice.
There is no mystical beast waiting to save the American.
They are here! Now...
...order all units into the North Cape area! Everything you have!
Captain!
We have a surface radar contact to the south of us.
Sixty miles out, constant bearing, on a collision course.
- Any idea who it is? - Too far for an image.
The cruiser I flew over.
They should be headed for the decoy!
Maybe they're supposed to be, but someone's been on my back.
If we can see them, they damn well can see us!
Sir! The Riga is picking up a radar contact...
...which is too strong to be just ice.
It is showing just short of the permanent pack...
...but in direct line with the American's reported flight path.
And they are awaiting orders.
In my estimation, this contact is worth investigation.
In your estimation?
I think I know how they intend to refuel the MiG at sea.
They have used... Are using a large ice floe as a runway.
The refueling ship is a submarine.
The Riga has made contact.
The aircraft has landed, Vladimirov?
Yes, the aircraft has landed.
How would you choose to investigate this sonar contact?
Recall the Riga's helicopters and send them to contact source point.
It would take 20 minutes.
Lieutenant Colonel Voskov reporting.
He has made contact with the tanker over Novaya Zemlya...
...and awaits orders.
- He could be there in two minutes. - No!
You may send the helicopters after this sonar contact.
But not the MiG! He must proceed to the North Cape!
Vladimirov to Voskov.
Voskov over.
Proceed to North Cape when refueling is completed.
- Repeat your message, please. - I said North Cape.
Thought you'd need replacements.
Your bosses got these from a MiG borrowed from Syria.
- What's the news on our friends? - Trouble.
Two aircraft heading this way, they were heading west into the decoy area.
Helicopters from that cruiser.
You know how to make trouble for me, Gant.
- How long before they get here? - Eight minutes.
Commence Operation Harmless. Commence Operation Harmless.
We've got eight minutes, maybe less. Move it!
- Contact is confirmed. - Calm yourself.
- Calm myself? - Yes, calm yourself.
How can I be calm when your stupidity lost the aircraft to the Americans?
You know what this man is!
He could land on an ice floe and take off again.
You must act, first secretary!
Very well, Vladimirov.
What is it you require?
The immediate recall of the MiG from the North Cape.
Operation Harmless. Fleischer.
- ETA 5 minutes, 40 seconds. - All right, this is it.
I want you to call out exact speed and distance every 30 seconds.
She's all fired up and ready to go, sir.
You'll have to steam a runway.
- Can you do that in three minutes? - That's impossible.
Surface snow is hard on landing gear.
- Get to it, Peck. - Yes, sir.
I want steam hoses here on the double.
- They'll never make it. - They'll make it.
Sir, they want identification.
- You know the routine. Stall them. - They want to speak to you, sir.
- Tell them I'm out or something. - Yes, sir.
We're asking for cooperation.
We want identification from the superior officer.
I'm sorry, but as I said...
... the captain is involved in an experiment at the end of the floe.
All right, team. Come on, you guys!
Move it! Let's go! The man's got a plane to catch!
- You've got to go. - I'm worried about you.
- They're watching my heat trail. - We're in international waters.
As long as you're out of here when they get here.
- So fast you can't believe it. - You better be right.
ETA 60 seconds. They keep asking for you, sir. They want convincing.
The hell with that, Dick. Just keep stalling them. Secure this detail.
- So long, captain. Thanks. - Get out of here, you bum.
- ETA 30 seconds. - Gotcha.
- Look alive! We're a weather party! - Don't just stand there!
We're the greeting party. Here they come.
- We're friendly. Wave, Stewart. - Wave?
Sixteen thousand feet. New coordinates punched in.
Radar says all clear. Nothing can touch us now.
I'll be seeing you in a couple hours. Better ice up a cold one.
Missiles avoided. Where did they come from?
I'm a sitting duck.
The second Firefox.
Fire rearward missile. Come on, damn it, now!
You must think in Russian. Think in Russian.
Punching in new coordinates. I'm coming home.
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