Replacement team's here, sir.
Right.
Come on through.
20 minutes and we were gonna start looking for you, guys.
Yeah. It's really something out there.
- You look a mess, sir. - Yeah?
Your turn next, Ginsburg.
Ok. I'll see you in 24.
See you tomorrow.
What was that you were you saying?
You used to hear her chant all night long. "Om mani padme hum".
- "Om mani padme hum". - Over the plants?
She'd cup her hands over those seeds and chant by the hour.
She grew the most beautiful wandoos you ever saw, man.
Primo stuff. Resin city.
Stand clear.
The commander's been worried about you, guys. The roads must be a bear.
- What roads? - Visibility.
Visibility? Bullshit. You guys haven't been on time for the last six months.
- I wrote you guys up in the logbook. - Yeah. You're a prince, Bevan.
Good night, gentlemen!
So, that was like sinsemilia, right?
Sinsemilla. This grass made Thai stick taste like oregano.
Lay you out flat, man.
- Got a red light, sir. - What on?
Number eight. Warhead alarm.
Give it a thump with your finger.
Alarm reset.
Skybird, this is Dropkick with a Red dash Alpha message in two parts.
Break. Break. Red dash Alpha.
- Stand by to copy message. - Standing by.
Romeo-Oscar-November-Charlie
Tango-Tango-Lima-Alpha.
Authentication: 220040 Delta
Lima.
I have a valid message. Stand by to authenticate.
I agree with authentication also, sir.
- Enter launch code. - Entering launch code.
- Launch order confirmed. - Holy shit!
Target selection: complete. Time on target sequence: complete.
- Yield selection: complete. - Begin countdown. T minus 60.
- All right. Let's do it. Insert launch key. - Stand by.
- Launch key inserted. - Roger.
On my mark... rotate launch key to set.
Three... two... one...
- Mark. - T minus 50.
Roger. At set.
- Sir? - T minus 40.
- Enable missiles. - Number one enabled. Two enabled.
- Three enabled. Four. Five. Six. - Get somebody on the goddamn phone.
Seven... eight...
Nine...
Ten. All missiles enabled.
- Get me Wing Command Post. Direct line. - That's not the correct procedure, captain.
- Try SAC Headquarters on the HF. - That's not the correct procedure.
I want somebody on the goddamn phone before I kill 20 million people.
T minus 20.
I got nothin' here! They might have been knocked out already.
Right.
On my mark, rotate launch keys to launch.
Roger. Ready to go to launch.
- Fourteen... - Thirteen... twelve...
Eleven...
Seven... six...
- Five... - Sir, we have a launch order.
- Three... two... - Put your hand on the key, sir.
One... Launch!
- Sir, we are at launch! Turn your key! - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Turn your key, sir!
They're cleared. Go ahead and open it up.
- Hello. I'm Pat Healy. - How do you do?
I'm Lyle Watson. This is Arthur Cabot.
- I'm Pat Healy, dr McKittrick's assistant. - How do you do?
I've got some passes for you here.
We had scheduled a meeting pending your arrival.
If you have any questions, [please, feel free to ask me.
I'd be happy to fill you in if there's any way I can.
They're here.
Good.
Let's go.
Cabot and Watson came alone. No senators. No congressmen.
- I wish they'd brought a couple of senators. - What?
I'd like to tell 'em what's going on around here.
John, please! Don't start that right away.
I had them on the phone and they're calmed down.
Well, are we positive that these men had no way of knowing this was only a test?
Lyle, for God's sakes! How many times are we gonna go through this?
- It doesn't make any difference anymore. - I've spoken to these men.
They all believed it was the real deal.
Look, we gotta be on a plane in less than an hour.
I have to explain to the president why 22% of his missile commanders
failed to launch their missiles.
What am I supposed to say? 22% isn't so bad?
The president knows that I am fully responsible for the men in my command, sir.
I've ordered a re-evaluation of our psychological screening procedure.
Wait a minute. Excuse me, general.
We can't ask these men to go back to the president of U.S.
with a lot of headshrinker horseshit!
The psychology can't screen out human response!
Those men in silos know what it means to turn the keys
and some are just not up to it!
Now, it's as simple as that!
I think we oughta take the men out of the loop.
- Mr McKittrick, you're out of line, sir. - Why am I out of line?
What are you talking about, I am out of line?
Excuse me!
I'm sorry. I don't understand. What do you mean to take them out of the loop?
Gentlemen! We've had men in these silos
since before any of you were watching 'Howdy Doody'.
For myself, I sleep pretty well at night knowing those boys are down there.
General, we know they're fine men, but in a nuclear war we can't afford
to have missiles lying dormant in those silos
because those men refuse to turn the keys when the computers tell 'em to!
You mean when the president orders them to.
The president will probably follow the computer war plan! And that's a fact!
I imagine the Joint Chiefs will have some input.
- You're damn tootin'. - Well, hell...
If the Soviets launch a surprise attack, there's no time.
23 minutes from warning to impact.
- Six minutes if it's sub-launched. - Six minutes.
Six minutes is barely enough time for the president to make a decision.
Once he makes the decision, the computer should take over.
Now, sir, I know that you've got a plane waiting for you
but if you could indulge me 5 minutes, I'd like to show you something.
These computers give instant access to the state of the world.
Troop movements, Soviet missile tests, shifting weather patterns.
It all flows into this room, and then into the WOPR computer.
- WOPR? What is that? - War Operation Plan Response.
This is Mr Richter.
Paul, would you like to tell these gentlemen about the WOPR?
Well, the WOPR spends all its time thinking about World War III.
24 hours a day, 365 days a year, it plays an endless series of war games
using all available information on the state of the world.
The WOPR has already fought World War Ill, as a game
time and time again.
It estimates Soviet responses to our responses
to their responses, and so on.
Estimates damage. Counts the dead.
Then it looks for ways to improve its score...
But the point is that the key decisions of every conceivable option
in a nuclear crisis have already been made by the WOPR.
So all this trillion-dollar hardware is really at the mercy
of those men with the little brass keys?
That's exactly right. Whose only problem is that they're human beings.
But in 30 days we could replace them with electronic relays.
Get the men out of the loop.
Gentlemen...
I wouldn't trust this overgrown pile of microchips further than I could throw it.
I don't know if you wanna trust the safety of our country to some... silicon diode...
General, nobody is talking about entrusting the safety of the nation
to a machine, for God's sake!
We'll keep control, but we'll keep it here at the top where it belongs.
All right, gentlemen.
I think I'm recommend McKittrick's idea to the president.
And I'll get back to you on this.
You won... You won't regret this.
♪Was it just the other day?♪
♪You were an achiever,♪ ♪such a busy beaver♪
♪Now we hear you've gone astray♪
Ok. You had fries and a Coke, right?
♪And you're living in the shade♪ ♪of a video arcade♪
♪And it's just a little to the left♪
♪And it's just a little to the right♪
♪And it's just unreal♪ ♪how alive you feel♪
♪Vaporizing everything in sight♪
Damn!
♪And it's just a little to the left♪ ♪And it's just a little to the right♪
- Hi, David! - Hi, Howie!
♪Just a few beeps more♪ ♪'til you beat your score♪
- How's it going? - Pretty good.
♪And you're gonna♪ ♪if it takes all night♪
- You wanna take this over? I gotta go. - Sure!
- Go ahead. - Thanks!
♪And you never get lonely anymore♪
♪Never feel blue, numb now♪
- Bye, David! - Bye!
♪Video fever's gone♪ ♪and put the bite...♪
♪on you♪
All right. Question number two.
"Seeds that are germinated in water before they are planted will..." what?
- Robert? - Sprout roots?
David!
Nice of you to join us! David! I have a little present for you.
Question number four. "In the history of science
novel and innovative concepts occasionally arise
from sudden left-field inspiration."
Miss Mack...
Could you tell us your answer to question number four?
"Why do nitrogen nodules cling to the roots of plants?"
Love?
Jennifer, what do you know about nitrogen nodules that we don't?
Some bit of salacious info to which you alone are privy?
- No. - I see.
No, you didn't know the correct answer - symbiosis.
Because you don't pay attention in class.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
There seems to be a lot of confusion on this next question - asexual reproduction.
Could someone tell me, please
who first suggested the idea of reproduction without sex?
- Miss Mack! - Yes?
What is so amusing?
What?
All right, Lightman.
Maybe you can tell us who first suggested the idea of reproduction without sex.
Your wife?
Get out, Lightman! Get out!
Mr Ligget wants me to discuss my attitude problem with Mr Kessler.
I think Mr Kessler's getting tired of discussing your attitude problem.
Me, too.
Lightman. What a... surprise.
- Won't you come in? - Yes sir.
Hi!
Sorry if I got you in trouble today. I couldn't stop laughing.
That's ok. You were perfect.
- I was? - Yeah.
- You want a ride home? - Yeah.
Hop on.
- So you got an F on that test today, too? - Yep.
Guess we're both gonna be stuck in summer school.
- Not me. - Why not? You have to make up biology.
- I don't think so. - Why not?
- Why not? Come on! Tell me. Why not? - Make a left.
Why don't you come up to my house and I'll show you?
What are you gonna show me?
I'm gonna show you. I'll show you how you do it.
- Hi, Bo! - Hi, Bo!
Hey, Bo! How you doin'?
Bo! Bo! Bo!
My room's upstairs.
- Your parents aren't home? - No. They both work.
A little mess.
It's ok. You should see my room.
- You're really into computers? - Yeah.
- What are you doing? - I'm dialling into the school's computer.
They change the password every couple of weeks, but I know where they write it.
- Are those your grades?! - Yeah.
I don't think that I deserved an F, do you?
- You can't do that! - Already done.
- Do you have a middle initial? - 'K'. Katherine.
These are my grades.
- How can anybody get a D in home ec? - That's none of your business.
- Can you erase this? - No. It's too late.
- What are you doing? - I'm changing your biology grade.
No. I don't want you to do that. You'll get me in trouble.
Nobody can find out.
There you just got a C! Now you won't go to summer school.
- Change it back. - Why? They can't pass...
- I said change it back. - Ok. Ok.
I guess I'd better get going.
Thanks for the ride.
Yeah. Ok. Bye!
Bye.
Get down. Get down!
You've already had your dinner. Now just sit.
Sit! Stay!
...two bedrooms, a bath and a half, and a huge bonus room.
- Don't forget to take out the garbage. - David. David...
Put that lid on tight so Bo doesn't dump over the trash.
I know, ma!
Yes, they will carry back on the second.
Sure. I think we can really work out some creative financing.
But you've got to see it!
There's a Jacuzzi in the master bedroom...
You know what that means.
I mean, those jets, they really work, you know.
You are so naughty.
Sure. We can work that out.
That is true. You're gonnal have a balloon payment at the end of five years.
But that's nothing. The economy is gonna be great then.
- See you, mom. - He who dances must pay the price, right?
See you, dad.
That's wonderful. I'll meet you tomorrow at 9:30. Bye.
You know, I worry about that kid.
Why?
Sometimes I think we're all gonna get electrocuted.
This corn is raw!
I know. Isn't it wonderful? It's so crisp.
- Of course it's crisp! It's raw! - No, it's terrific!
You can just taste the vitamin A and D in here. It's great.
Couldn't we have pills, and cook the corn?
- What city, please? - For Sunnyvale, California.
The number for Protovision.
Yes. That's 5558632.
Thank you. And could you also tell me what other prefixes cover that area?
There's 399, 437, 767, 936.
Thanks.
Protovision... I have you now.
Halo?
Saul's Fish Market.
- Hi! - Hi!
What?
I've been thinking. That thing with my grade.
- Can you still change it? - I don't know...
I can't believe I was so stupid. I should've just let you do it.
- I don't know. It might be kinda rough. - Why?
Why? Somebody might have changed the password.
Maybe they didn't. Can't we at least try?
- Damn! - Please!
Ok.
- You owe me a quarter. - Yeah. Come on. Sorry I lost your game.
- What's it doing? - It's dialling numbers.
- Don't touch the keys! - I'm not touching the keys.
Excuse me.
This computer company is coming out with amazing new games in a couple of months.
The programs for them are probably still on their computer.
So I told my system to search for other computers in Sunnyvale, California.
They answer with a tone that other computers can recognise. You hear?
You're calling every number in Sunnyvale?
- Isn't that expensive? - There's ways around that.
You can go to jail for that.
Only if you're over 18.
Is this going to take a long time? I'd like to get my grade changed.
That's funny, actually, cos I...
I already changed it.
- I told you not to do that. - Yeah, I know.
But I figured you'd change your mind. I didn't want you to flunk.
- Well, what did I get? - You got a D.
- You gave me a D? - No. You got an A.
I was kidding.
Well, that's ok.
Here. Let's see what we have so far.
Excuse me.
Did you really give me an A?
Yeah.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Hey! You got a bank!
Gotta make a note of that one. Might come in handy someday.
Pan Am.
- Where shall we go? - Anywhere?
- Anywhere. - New York?
- New York. Ok. - No, Paris! Paris.
Will you be travelling alone?
Yeah... No. You wanna go with me.
Ok.
- All right. Smoking or nonsmoking? - Nonsmoking.
All right, Miss Mack. You're confirmed on Pan Am's flight 114
leaving Chicago's O'Hare Airport at 8.15am on 18 August.
Do we need a rental car? No.
- Do we really have tickets to Paris? - No. You have a reservation though.
It doesn't identify itself.
Try anything.
"Connection terminated". How rude.
We'll ask it for help.
- Can you do that? - Yeah. On some systems.
The more complicated they are, the more they have to help you out.
Now what?
'Help games'.
"'Games' refers to models, simulations and games..."
That must be them!
"...which have strategic applications." What does that mean?
I don't know. That's gotta be them. Turn on the printer.
I want to get a printout of this.
'List games'.
Oh, my God!
So these guys can tell you what that print-out means?
They probably invented it in the first place.
- Can you wait here? - Why?
- Cos these guys can get a little nervous. - Ok.
Jim.
Lightman.
Hi, Lightman!
I want you to take a look at this.
- Hey! What's that? - I wanted Jim to see that.
Where'd you get this?
I tried to break into Protovision.
I wanted to see the program for their new games.
- Can I have this? - I'm not through yet.
Remember you told me to tell you when you were acting rudely and insensitively?
You're doing it right now.
"Theatrewide biotoxic and chemical warfare".
This didn't come from Protovision.
You bet it isn't. Ask him where it did come from, Jim!
- Go ahead, ask him! - I told you already.
Looks military to me. Definitely military. Probably classified, too.
But if it's military, why does it have games like checkers and backgammon?
Maybe because these games teach basic strategy.
Jim, how do I get into that system? I wanna play those games.
You can't see that stuff!
That system probably contains the new data encryption algorithm.
You'll never get in.
I don't believe that any system is totally secure.
- I bet you Jim could get in. - I bet you he couldn't!
I bet you he could.
Well, you'll never get in through frontline security
but might look for a back door.
I can't believe it, Jim!
That girl's standing over there and listening, and you talk about back doors!
Mr Potato-head.
Mr Potato-head! Back doors are not secrets!
Yeah Jimmy, but you're giving away all our best tricks.
They're not tricks.
What's a back door?
Whenever I design a system I always put in a simple password that only I know about.
That way, whenever I wanna get back in
I can bypass whatever security they've added on.
That's basically what it is.
Yeah?
Ok. You really wanna get in, find out much as you can
about the guy who designed the system.
Come on! I don't even know the guy's name.
Boy, are you guys dumb! You guys are so dumb.
I got this thing all figured out. I got figured out all by myself.
Yeah, Malvin? How would you do it?
The first game in the list. Go right through 'Falken's Maze'.
Hi! I'm Jennifer.
- Is David here? - How do you do?
Yeah. He's up in his room.
Thanks.
Have you ever heard of the word 'tumulus'?
Tumulus? No. I haven't. I'm sorry.
Neither have I.
Yeah?
Hi!
- Where have you been? - What?
I haven't seen you all week in school. Are you sick?
No, no. I was...
I was doing things. You wanna sit down? How are you?
- No. I'm going to get some water, ok? - Ok.
- What is all that stuff? - It's nothing. I was just...
I was trying to find out about the guy who designed those game programs
so I could get his secret password.
- Why? - Why? Cos...
What's so special about playing games with some machine?
Oh, no...
No, it's not just some machine.
Here. Look at this.
This is a tape that I got from the library.
It's about this guy named Falken.
He was into games as well as computers.
He designed them so that they could play checkers or poker, chess.
What's so great about that? Everybody's doing that now.
No, no! What he did was great!
He designed his computer so it could learn from its mistakes.
So they'd be better the next time they played.
The system actually learned how to learn.
It could teach itself.
If I could just get that damn password, I could play the computer.
That's him. That's Falken.
That's him?
He's amazing-looking!
Can't you write to him or call him somehow?
No. He's dead.
- He's dead? - Yeah.
Here. Look. Here's his obituary.
- He wasn't very old. - Well, he was pretty old. He was 41.
Yeah? That's old.
That's his little boy.
Yeah?
This is really sad. Did you know the child and his mother were killed in a car crash?
- I know. - "In the years that followed..."
"the tragic loss of his family, dr Falken's health deteriorated."
My dad is 45.
- Once he was really sick... - What was his name?
- My father? - No, no, no! Falken's kid.
Joshua.
It can't be that simple.
What?
We got something.
We're in!
It thinks I'm Falken!
Hello.
- How can it ask you that? - It'll ask whatever it's programmed to ask you.
- Do you wanna hear it talk? - Yeah!
I'll ask it how it feels.
I'm fine. How are... you?
Excellent. It's been a long time.
Can you explain the removal of your user account on June 23rd, 1973?
They must have told it he died.
People sometimes make... mistakes.
- Yes, they do. - How can it talk?
It's not a real voice.
This box interprets signals of the computer and turns them into sound.
Shall we play a game?
- I think it missed him. - Yeah. Weird, isn't it?
Love to!
How about 'Global Thermonuclear War'?
Wouldn't you prefer a good game of chess?
Later. Let's play:
'Global Thermonuclear War'.
Fine.
All right!
Which side do you want?
I'll be the Russians.
Please list primary targets.
- Who shall we nuke first? - Let's see.
How about... Las Vegas?
Las Vegas! Great!
- What next? Seattle! - Yeah!
Kill 'em!
Shit!
I have seven... correction: eight, that's eight red birds two degrees past apogee.
Better get the old man down here.
We have Soviet missile warning.
Check for malfunction and report confidence.
Projected target areas NORAD regions 25, 26.
All stations this is Crystal Palace
initiating emergency conference. Stand by!
19 degrees past apogee.
Possible 18 targets in track. Estimate re-entry at 19.23 Zulu.
- What you got up here, Joe? - Sir, we have a radar tracking.
Eight inbound Soviet ICBMs already over the pole.
Estimated impact: 11 minutes. Confirmed target area: Western United States.
Why didn't we get a launch detection?
I'm not sure, sir. We're checking for DSP malfunction.
BMEWS has continuous radar tracking on inbounds.
Confidence is high. I repeat: confidence is high.
- What is all that stuff? - I don't know.
Trajectory headings for multiple-impact re-entry vehicles.
- What does that mean? - I don't know. But it's great!
- Are those bombs? Which is the bombs? - Subs.
- Blow 'em up. - Blow 'em out of the water.
- What's a "trajectory heading"? - I've no idea.
The president is diverting to Andrews. The vice president is out of position.
- The chairman of the Joint Chiefs is on... - Missile warning reports no malfunction.
Confidence remains high, sir.
Take us to DEFCON 3.
Get onto SAC. Tell 'em to flush the bombers.
Yes, sir.
SAC, this is Crystal Palace. CINC NORAD has declared DEFCON 3.
Scramble all alert aircraft.
I repeat: scramble all alert aircraft.
Inbounds presently MIRVing.
We now have approximately 24 possible targets in track.
- Sir, new time to impact: eight minutes. - Sir, SAC is launching the bombers.
- General Powers is on the line. - Beringer.
Goddamn it! We didn't get a launch detection from our satellite.
No. No, radar picked 'em up already out of the atmosphere.
That's the first we heard of it.
Get the ICBMs in the bullpen warmed up and ready to fly.
- Get me the president on the horn. - Yes, sir.
Mr President? This is Beringer at NORAD.
Attack!
- I wonder if I should use my subs. - Yeah, sure. Give 'em the works.
David!
Excuse me.
David!
How many times have I told you to fasten these lids on tight?!
- Look at this mess! - I'll be down in a few minutes, all right dad?
Now! You come down now! I want this cleared up right away!
Come down here and do what your father asks you to pronto, David.
We're gonna barbecue tonight.
- You wanna invite your little friend? - Please!
David!
Shit!
"Little friend"...
Mr President, something's happening. I'll get back to you as soon as I know.
Reconfirmed.
What's happening, Joe?
General, BMEWS and Cobra Dane now report negative confirmation on all inbound tracking.
Get onto SAC. Tell 'em to hold steady.
Stop! It's a simulation! There's an attack simulation running!
What the hell's he yelling about? I didn't order a simulation.
We're not being attacked! It's a simulation!
Whoa, now! Hold it!
You're not supposed to be runnin' here. Somebody could get hurt.
I'm sorry, sir. We don't know how it happened.
Someone outside fed an attack simulation into the main... It's a simulation!
Conley...
Take us off full alert.
Hold at DEFCON 4 till we find out exactly what in the hell's happening here!
I didn't tell you to cut the line! Did I tell you to cut it? You cut the line!
Sir, they shut down before we could complete our trace.
We did locate the general area where the transmission originated.
- Where? - Seattle, Washington.
Shut it down!
Somebody's playing a game with us.
At a prophylactic recycling centre...
Hi, dad!
David!
- David, come in here! - What did I do?
Plenty, mister. Plenty.
You have just passed all of your classes this semester.
Congratulations, dear!
Show this to your dad.
Honey! David has something to show you.
- What's that? - Here, Dad.
This is good!
I'm so proud of you!
...went on a full-scale nuclear alert
believing the Soviet Union had launched a surprise missile attack.
A Pentagon spokesman places blame from the error on a computer malfunction
emphasising that the problem has been corrected.
For more on the story, let's go live via satellite to Washington DC.
And News 4's Tim Hilert.
Well, that's your phone.
Yeah.
Seriously, David. Congratulations. This one'll be a pleasure to sign!
- Hello? - David?
Are you watching the news?
Jennifer. Yeah, I'm watching.
David, is that us on TV? Did we do that?
It could be. Oh, Jesus, Jennifer!
What am I gonna do? They're gonna come get me. I'm really screwed!
I'm screwed!
No! Calm down! Calm down, calm down. Listen...
If they were so smart, they would have found you already, right?
Yeah.
Ok. So all you have to do is throw the number away and don't call it again.
- That's all. - Yeah.
- Maybe they didn't trace the call. - Right! Maybe they didn't trace the call.
I'm sure they didn't trace the call. Now listen.
All you have to do is act normal. Ok?
We'll both act normal and everything's gonna be fine.
Ok?
- Ok. - Ok.
God! This is so unbelievable!
Listen, do you think maybe I call Michelle and tell her?
No, Jennifer! Don't call her!
Sorry. All right. I won't. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?
Ok. Good night, Jennifer.
Greetings, professor Falken.
Oh, my God!
Incorrect identification.
I am not Falken.
Falken is dead.
Sorry to hear that, professor.
Yesterday's game was interrupted.
Although primary goal has not yet been achieved, solution is near.
Game time elapsed: 31 hours 12 minutes 50 seconds.
Estimated time remaining: 52 hours 17 minutes 10 seconds.
What is the primary goal?
You should know, professor. You programmed me.
Come on.
What is the primary goal?
To win the game.
David Lightman, hold it right there, please. FBI.
What?
- I'll read you your rights. - Step over to the van, please.
"You have the absolute right to remain silent."
For wat?
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
- What did I do? - "You have the right to consult with an attorney"
- "...and to have one present during questioning." - Right hand on your back, please.
"If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the court."
Left hand please. Thank you.
Do you understand your rights, those just explained you?
Yeah.
With this in mind, are you willing to talk about the charges against you?
All right. Let's move.
This rather large room is command centre for NORAD.
No picture taking.
The screens you see in front of you are connected to our satellites
and missile tracking stations throughout the country.
This is the commander's desk. Colonel Conley is in charge.
Colonel Conley, would you mind relinquishing your command, sir?
Miss Dailey, would you come and sit in this rather important chair?
These buttons you see here are connected with the Strategic Air Command
missile launching stations and other things that are classified.
Miss Dailey, would you press this button here? The red one.
- The one in the middle? - Yes, ma'am, one in the middle.
Oh, my God! It's the wrong one!
It's a joke! You didn't blow up anything. Look what you did do.
"Distinguished visitors from Birmingham". You know...
Last week I had the governor of New Jersey right in this chair.
He said: "Colonel Thomas, why are we at DEFCON 4?" as we are right now.
Why are we at DEFCON 4?
The Soviets saw our bombers scramble to went on alert.
We told them it was just an exercise
but we're waiting for them to relax their posture before we do.
Wait. Wait.
- Give me that. - Oh, Christ. Another tour group.
Just what we need today.
Why don't they go to Disneyland where they belong?
Well, I think they're going to tomorrow.
- Ok. All set? - Yeah. - Oh, here.
It was a one-in-a-million shot.
There was an open line at our space division in Sunnyvale.
The phone company screwed up!
- John. John McKittrick, George Wigan. - How are you?
George is with the FBI. He brought the kid for questioning.
It looks like we've got a high-school prank on our hands.
Paul, what happened?
The kid broke into the war game subsystem
using a password left by the original programmer.
- A password? - Yes, sir.
None of my team even knew it was there.
Kid claims he was looking for a toy company.
That's great! Anybody in here buy that one?
We can find the password and take it out
but it might help to beef up security around the WOPR.
Beef up?
How about screwed up?
We did all that and he broke in again.
Kid says your computer called him.
What the hell is going on, John?
I woke up the president.
I told him we were under attack by the Russians.
You know what kind of idiot that makes me look like?
Not to mention the general.
Wait... Wait, I think we're being a little naive here.
There is no way a high-school punk
can put a dime in a telephone and break into our system!
He's got to be working with somebody else. He's got to be!
He fits the profile perfectly. He's intelligent, but an underachiever.
Alienated from his parents. Has few friends.
Classic case for recruitment by the Soviets.
What does this say about the state of our country?
I mean, have you gotten any insight as to why a bright boy like this
would jeopardise the lives of millions?
He says he does this sort of thing for fun.
Dammit, John, I want some answers, and I want 'em now!
- Let me talk to this little prick. - I don't wanna talk anymore! Just do it!
Come on, Paul.
Who do they belong to? Do you know?
What?
Good morning, sir.
- Where's the Lightman kid? - In the infirmary, sir.
Hello, David. John McKittrick. I run the computer facility here.
Sergeant, these aren't necessary, the handcuffs?
No, sir.
Well, David, we called your parents.
We told them everything's fine.
No charges have been filed... yet.
But I think we are gonna need a little time to sort things out here.
How... How much time?
Well, that depends on how willing you are to cooperate.
Of course.
I'll tell you what...
Sergeant, would you tell the OD I'm gonna take David for a little walk?
Let's go down to my office. We'll be more comfortable there.
Go ahead.
You used to work with Stephen Falken, did you?
I started as his assistant. How d'you know?
I read an article you wrote with him on poker and nuclear war.
Bluffing. Yeah, that shook a few people up.
- He must have been pretty amazing. - He's a brilliant man. A little flaky.
He never understood the practical uses of his... of his work.
This machine over here runs his game program.
Joshua.
Come here a minute, David.
See that sign up here? Up here?
- Yeah. - DEFCON.
That indicates our current defence condition.
It should read DEFCON 5, which means peace.
It's still on 4 because of that little stunt you pulled.
Actually, if we hadn't caught it in time, it might have gone to DEFCON 1.
- You know what that means, David? - No. What does that mean?
World War III.
You broke into our system just to play a game, right?
Right! That's right. That's exactly right!
When you heard it on the news, you must have realised how serious it was.
- Why'd you do it again? - I didn't do it again!
- I even threw the number away. - They found it in the trash.
Joshua called me.
Hey!
Look at that! That's some setup.
- What did you say? - This is some setup.
No, no. Before that.
Joshua called me.
David, machines don't call people.
Yours did.
Who you... Who are you going to Paris with?
Paris?
No... You don't understand.
You had reservations for two to Paris.
- Who are you working with? - Nobody!
Why don't I believe you?
I don't think I should say anything else until I talk to a lawyer.
I think we'd better forget about the lawyer crap
until I get a few answers out of you myself.
Are you gonna answer the phone?
Hello.
Yeah.
What?
All right. I'll be right down.
You stay here. Don't move.
What's going on?
There's been a serious penetration into our WOPR execution order file.
- What the hell's he sayin'? - Let's have it in English.
I'll give it to you. Somebody got into Mr McKittrick's well-known system
and stole the codes that'll launch our missiles.
There's no cause for alarm. The system won't accept a launch code
unless we're at DEFCON 1. I can change those codes in an hour.
Well, who did this?
I think the kid's gotta be working with somebody on the outside.
I don't know what they're up to
but I sure as hell I don't want our bombers on the ground.
Take us to DEFCON 3 and get SAC on the line.
- Where are you? - Sir.
Get me an update on those subs. I wanna know what those bastards are up to.
Yes, sir.
"Joshua".
Greetings, professor Falken.
Hello.
Are you still playing the game?
Of course. I should reach DEFCON 1
and launch my missiles in 28 hours.
Would you like to see some projected kill ratios?
69% of the housing destroyed.
72 million people dead?
Is this a game
or is it real?
What's the difference?
You are a hard man to reach.
Could not find you in Seattle
and no terminal is in operation at your classified address.
What classified address?
DOD pension files indicate current mailing as:
dr Robert Hume.
Aka Stephen W. Falken.
5 Tall Cedar Road, Goose Island, Oregon 97...
Can I just talk to Mr McKittrick? I think I know what's going on!
I'm escorting you to federal authorities Denver where you'll be placed under arrest
- ...pending indictment for espionage. - Espionage?! No, wait a minute!
Let me talk to him! He's right over there!
- Get that bastard out of the war room! - No! It's Joshua!
He's still playing the game! He's gonna start a war!
Hold him where you had him before. We'll be redy to leave in a few minutes.
Call Falken! He'll tell you. Please, call him. Please, call him! Call him!
What the hell's he doing in here anyway?
Some of the men told me that you're quite a tennis player.
Patient's eyes are dilated, consistent with use of marijuana andpossibly PCP.
Depending on what information you want, there's a button to press.
Well, let's say I wanted to find out how to hit a backhand.
I don't think... I don't think, I have the right program.
Excuse me. What do you want?
Bathroom. It's a long ride to Denver!
Excuse me.
Please! Let me talk to Mr McKittrick. I've got to talk to him!
You're not suppsed talk to anybody. The FBI'll be here any minute.
- Do you have to take a leak or not? - No.
- I'm working here. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Stop it!
- You have pretty eyes. - That's original.
I'll get the elevator.
- Sign in here? - Yeah, get us all.
I heard they voted you Miss Fine in 1979. Is that true?
Will you stop it?!
- Am I bothering you? - Yes.
- Do you want me to leave? - Yes.
Alright, I want this door open right now.
- How about getting on the phone call? - Is there a technician?
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir. - I don't believe it!
Hey, Scooter! Wait up!
Come on, hurry it up. I'm late!
Ok. I'll be right with you!
- I think it's jammed from inside. - Come on.
David! Come on, David. You're just making it harder on yourself!
Ok.
Let's go.
Right this way, folks. I've just been informed
that they're cleaning the floors in the computer centre.
Don't want anyone to slip and hurt themselves, so we'll end the tour here.
If I can ask you to board the bus as quickly as possible
you'll have a complimentary beverage waiting for each of you done at the officer's center.
Hold it! What do you think, you're doing?
Got it. Here it comes.
- You kids think you own this place? - I was... just looking around.
You're not supposed to leave the group, don't you?
- Yes. - So why don't you get back there?
Ok. Excuse me. Thank you very much, sir.
Out of the way!
Thank you. Careful there.
Take care. Watch your step.
- Bye. - Bye now.
Watch your step. Thanks again.
- Check everywhere. He can't be far. - Come on, move it, will you?
- Thanks. - Take care.
Bye.
- What city, please? - Goose Island, Oregon, please.
The number for dr Robert Hume, H-U-M-E, on Tall Cedar Road.
Checking under dr Robert Hume, H-U-M-E, on Tall Cedar Road
I find no listing.
What does that mean? He doesn't have a phone?
I'm sorry. I have no listing.
Wait...
Falken. Dr Stephen Falken, F-A-L-K-E-N, at the same address.
I find no listing for a dr Stephen Falken, F-A-L-K-E-N
on Tall Cedar Road, Goose Island.
Thank you.
Yeah?
Jennifer? It's me. David.
- David? - Yeah.
Listen, I'm in Colorado
and I need a really big favour.
- Can you lend me some money? - What?
I need an airline ticket. I'll pay you back as soon as I can.
But I need a ticket from Grand Junction, Colorado to Salem, Oregon.
- Why? What's going on? - I'll tell you all about it later.
David, what are you doing in Colorado?
You know, I went by your house. Your parents were just freaked.
There are men around from the FBI asking all these questions.
I can't talk about it right now. Listen...
When you buy the ticket
will you tell them that I'll pick it up in Grand Junction Airport?
David, what's happening?
I can't talk now. I've gotta get off the phone. Please, will you just do this for me? Please?
Punch up number five.
- Let me see what you have. - Yes, sir.
22 Typhoon-class submarines departing Petropavlovsk
turning southbound at Nordkapp, bearing 095 degrees.
Sergeant, I hope you like vodka.
Yes, sir. I just hope they don't make me eat none of them damn fish eggs.
Give me an update...
Sir, the Soviets deny any increase in their submarine deployment.
They wanna know why we're provoking them.
They're full of shit. We know they're down there.
I'm gonna blow their ass out of the water.
Surprise!
- What are you doing here? - You didn't sound too good on the phone.
It's only a three-hour drive.
- You shouldn't have come. I'm in real trouble. - Why?
David, is this because of what you did with my grade?
Hey, you kids better hustle. The ferry's gonna leave any second.
Thanks! Come on. We gotta run!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait! - Hold it, hold it!
David, if he's still alive, why would the obituary say he's dead?
No, he's not dead. He left.
When they know too much, they give 'em new identities.
- Anyway, the computer said so. - Oh, the computer said so.
The computer that's still playing the games? It's the military's computer!
- Why wouldn't they know about it? - They don't know about Joshua.
Falken knows about Joshua. He's the only one who knows what it can do!
That computer is trying to win the game that we asked it to play.
For real!
You don't even believe me!
David... David, David...
- He's not dead. - I'm sorry.
I believe you.
What was that?
I don't know.
Did you see that? There are still people who won't believe they could fly.
I tell you, the sky was once filled with them!
- I'm looking for dr Robert Hume. - Is either of you a palaeontologist?
I desperately need a paleontologist.
No. We're high-school students.
Pity...
Well, high-school students
you're on my land and I didn't invite you.
But...
aren't you Stephen Falken?
Now, listen carefully.
Path. Follow path.
Gate. Open gate, through gate, close gate.
Last ferry 6.30, so run, run, run.
Wait! Wait.
I came because of Joshua.
Radar reports two unknown tracks are penetrating the Alaskan air defence zone.
Confidence is high. Flight profile suggests Soviet backfire bombers.
I want a visual confirmation on that.
- Scramble two F-16s out of Galena. - Sir.
Go to DEFCON 2.
Crystal Palace, this is Delta Foxtrot 27. I have negative radar contact.
Repeat: negative Soviet aircraft.
27, this is Brass Hat. They're right in front of you!
You're almost on top of 'em!
Brass Hat, we got nothing on radar
and 40 miles visibility.
There's nothin' out there, general. Just blue skies.
What the hell?!
- You haven't been listening, have you? - Yes, I have.
I loved it when you nuked Las Vegas.
A suitably biblical ending for the place, don't you think?
Are you gonna call up and tell them what Joshua's doing?
Now, children, come on over here. I'm going to tell you a bedtime story.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I'll begin.
Once upon a time, there lived a magnificent race of animals
who dominated the world through age after age.
They ran and they swam
and they fought and they flew.
Until suddenly, quite recently, they disappeared.
Nature just gave up and started again.
We weren't even apes then.
We were just these smart little rodents hiding in the rocks.
And when we go, nature will start again.
With the bees probably.
Nature knows when to give up, David.
I'm not giving up!
If Joshua tricks them into launching an attack, it'll be your fault.
My fault? The whole point was to find a way to practise nuclear war
without destroying ourselves.
To get the computers to learn from mistakes we couldn't afford to make.
Except I never could get Joshua to learn the most important lesson.
What's that?
Futility. That there's a time when you should just give up.
What kind of a lesson is that?
Did you ever play tic-tac-toe?
Yeah. Of course.
- But you don't any more? - No.
Why?
Because it's a boring game. It's always a tie.
Exactly. There's no way to win.
The game itself is pointless.
But back at the war room, they believe you can win a nuclear war.
That there can be acceptable losses.
So you gave up? Decided to play dead?
For security reasons, they graciously arranged my death.
Did you know that no land animal
with a body weight of over 50lb survived that age?
Extinction is part of the natural order.
Bullshit!
If we're extinguished, it's not natural but it's just stupid!
It's all right. I've planned ahead.
We're just three miles from a primary target.
A millisecond of brilliant light
and we're vaporised.
Much more fortunate than the millions who'll wander sightless
through the smouldering aftermath.
We'll be spared the horror of survival.
I'm only 17 years old.
I'm not ready to die yet.
You won't make a simple phone call?
If the real Joshua was still alive, your Joshua
- ...you'd do it, wouldn't you? - Look, we might gain a few years.
Perhaps time enough for you to have a son and watch him die.
But humanity planning its own destruction...
That a phone call won't stop.
This is unreal!
You don't care about death cos you're already dead!
I know a lot about you. I know you weren't always like this.
What was the last thing you cared about?
You've missed the last ferry.
You're welcome to stay. You want to sleep on the floor?
Good night.
Let's get outta here.
Come on. We'll find a boat. There's gotta be a boat!
Mr President, we've got 48 nuclear subs closing on the United States.
And we've got 100.000 Soviet troops massing in East Germany.
We're monitoring their bombers that are on alert. Yes, sir...
Well, that's a load of shit!
No, sir. Not you.
Yes, sir. We'll be in touch as soon as the information changes.
Intelligence reports rumours of a new Soviet bomber with Stealth capabilities.
It can project a false radar image 600 miles away from the real aircraft.
Christ! Now they got us chasing shadows.
I think I saw one.
What kind of an asshole lives on an island and he doesn't even have a boat?
Maybe we can swim for it. How far do you think it is?
No. It's two or three miles.
At least. Maybe more.
- Well, what do you say? Let's go for it. - No.
- Come on. - No!
I can't swim.
You can't swim?
No. Ok, Wonder Woman? I can't swim.
What kind of an asshole grows up in Seattle and doesn't know how to swim?
I never got around to it, ok?
I always thought there was gonna be plenty of time!
I'm sorry.
I wish I didn't know about any of this!
I wish I was like everybody else in the world.
Then tomorrow it would just be over.
There wouldn't be any time to be sorry.
About anything.
Oh, Jesus!
I really wanted to learn how to swim.
I swear to God I did.
Did I tell you... that next week...
I was gonna be on TV?
You're kidding?
Just on that aerobics show in the afternoon with some girls from my dance class.
A movie star.
Yeah!
It's kinda stupid? I mean, nobody would have been watching me anyway.
I would have.
Oh, Jesus!
The bastard turned us in!
It's all right. Get in!
We have a launch detection. We have a Soviet launch detection.
BMEWS has confirmed a massive attack.
Missile warning. No malfunction.
Confidence is high. I repeat: confidence is high.
- Cobra-Dane, is this an exercise? - This is not an exercise.
General, DPS is tracking 300 inbound Soviet ICBMs.
- Tell me this is one of your simulations. - It's not, Jack.
All right. Flush the bombers. Get the subs in launch mode.
We are at DEFCON 1.
DEFCON 1.
Major Lem, get me a report on the WOPR.
Initial attack profile is a full-scale Soviet strike.
WOPR is putting our losses at 85 to 95% of the strategic forces.
What does WOPR recommend, Mr McKittrick?
Full-scale retaliatory strike.
I need some machine to tell me that?
President's on his way to Andrews to join Airborne Command.
So we have to give launch option.
- Is he in touch with the premier? - Russians are still denying everything, sir.
We have a Soviet submarine launch detection.
Let's go into a launch mode. Close up the mountain.
This is Crystal Palace. We're closing up the mountain.
You have to hurry.
After the gates are closed, nobody gets in or out.
Initiate internal power.
Generators on and functioning.
External power disconnected.
Seal off ventilation shafts.
Shaft locks sealed.
The gate's closed! Watch out!
Oh, Jesus!
Is everybody ok?
- Are you all right? Are you all right? - Yeah, yeah. Run for it!
Move it! The gate's gonna shut! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Hold the door! Hold the door!
Hold the goddamn door!
Run! Come on! Hurry!
They're clear! They're clear!
All units confirm weapons targeted and ready. Awaiting launch codes.
We are in a launch mode.
Major Lem, lock out changes.
Roger. Lock out enabled.
All right. I'll call you back.
Here!
I don't know what you think you can do here, Stephen.
John! Good to see you! I see the wife still picks your ties.
- What has this kid been telling you? - How far has it gone?
The president's ready for a counterstrike. That's what we're recommending he do.
- It's a bluff, John. Call it off. - No, it's not a bluff. It's real.
Hello, general Beringer? Stephen Falken.
Mr Falken, you picked a hell of a day for a visit.
General, what you see on these screens up here is a fantasy.
A computer-enhanced hallucination.
Those blips are not real missiles. They're phantoms.
Jack, there's nothing to indicate a simulation at all.
Everything's working perfectly.
- But does it make any sense? - Does what make any sense?
That!
Look, I don't have time for a conversation right now!
General, are you prepared to destroy the enemy?
You betcha!
- Do you think they know that? - I believe we've made that clear enough.
Then... don't.
Tell the president to ride out the attack.
Sir, they need a decision.
General, do you really believe that the enemy would attack
without provocation, using so many missiles, bombers and subs
so that we would have no choice but to totally annihilate them?
One minute and 30 seconds to impact.
General, you are listening to a machine.
Do the world a favour and don't act like one.
One minute and 20 seconds to impact.
Yes, Mr President.
Sir, at this point in time, we cannot positively confirm the inbounds.
We have reason to believe they may not exist.
Yes, sir. That's affirmative.
Yes, sir.
I do, too.
One minute to impact.
Who's first and how soon?
Sir, initial impact in the 43rd Bomb Wing at Loring
319th at Grand Forks, and Alaskan Air Command at Elmendorf.
50 seconds to impact.
Get me the senior controllers at those stations. I wanna talk to 'em myself.
All stations, this is Crystal Palace.
Stand by for a message from Brass Hat. Acknowledge.
Elmendorf Air Force Base Operations. Lieutenant colonel Bowers.
319th Bomb Wing Operations. Colonel Chase.
This is Loring Air Force Base. The senior controller isn't here right now.
That's all right. Who are you?
Sir... Sir, this is airman Dougherty, sir.
This is general Beringer at NORAD.
- 40 seconds to impact. - Our current situation...
Men, we're currently tracking
approximately 2400 inbound Soviet warheads.
But at the moment we cannot confirm this.
I repeat: we cannot confirm this.
30 seconds to impact.
We're right there with you guys. We've taken all the steps we can.
Stand by to launch missiles at my command.
Stay on this channel as long as you can.
We'll be standing by.
20 seconds to impact.
Ten... nine...
eight... seven...
six...
five...
four...
three...
two...
one... Impact.
This is Crystal Palace. You still on?
This is Crystal Palace. You still on? Anyone there?
That's affirmative, sir.
Yeah! We're here!
- Jesus H. Christ! We're still here! - Our boards are showing impact.
No, sir. No impact. We're alive and well.
All right!
All right! Recall the bombers!
Stand down the missiles!
Joshua, what are you doing?
COC, I need dr McKittrick right away.
- Yeah, this is McKittrick. - Sir, we got a problem.
WOPR's not letting me log back on.
- I can't get in to stand down the missiles. - Watch and stand by.
Paul, this is McKittrick.
The WOPR is not letting us back in.
I know. No one can get back on! We're trying everything!
It's like the entire password file has been wiped out.
I tried that! Don't you think I would have tried that?
What are those?
Those are launch codes.
What are they for?
Joshua's trying to find the right codes so he can launch the missiles himself.
Yeah, Paul, what's happening?
I've checked, the random number generators aren't even running.
- Got anything? - No sir, I'm still looking. - Keep going.
I got no idea. It could be coming from anywhere.
Sir, you better get on the headset.
Yeah?
General, the machine has locked us out. It's sending random numbers to the silos.
Codes. To launch the missiles.
Just unplug the goddamn thing!
- Jesus Christ! - That won't work, general.
It would interpret a shutdown as the destruction of NORAD!
The computers in the silos would carry out their last instructions.
They'd launch!
- Can't we disarm the missiles? - Over a thousand of them?
There's no time. At this rate it'll hit the launch codes in 5,3 minutes.
Mr McKittrick? After very careful consideration, sir
I have come to the conclusion that your new defence system sucks.
I don't have to take that, you pig-eyed sack of shit.
I was hoping for something a little better than that from a man of your education.
General, it's the president.
What do you... What are you gonna tell him?
That I'm ordering our bombers back to fail-safe.
We might have to go through this thing after all.
Yes, sir.
He's got one. When he gets all ten, he'll launch the missiles.
- Well, can't they get in and stop it? - No. They can't.
They've taken out my password!
- Well, what are we gonna do? - I don't know. Do you?
I told you not to start playing games with that thing.
It's games.
- Games! - Try it.
- John, let's feed it a tapeworm. - It's too risky. It might smash the system.
- How did the kid get in by the back door? - We took it out.
- Can we invade the deep logic! - We keep hitting a firewall.
If it wants to play a game, then play it! Have it list games.
- Steven, for Christ's sake! - No! Let him! He's played before.
- He can't hardly do worse then you have, John. - Two numbers.
Goddamn, I'd piss on a spark plug if I thought it'd do any good.
- Let the boy in there, major. - List games.
'Chess'.
Three numbers locked in.
'Poker'.
Security system's not gonna let anything through.
'Global thermonuclear war'.
Four numbers.
Stephen, for Christ's sake. Do something.
- Come on, kid. Let's go. - No! Try again.
- Put the list back up. - We already tried that.
- Put it up! - Yes, put it up!
- It's not on the list! - What's not on the list?
Go ahead. It's got to be somewhere.
'Tic-tac-toe'.
You're in. Order it to disarm the missiles.
No! No.
Five numbers. It's got half the code.
One.
- Put X in the centre square. - I know.
- Six up. - There's no way you can win.
I know that. It doesn't. It hasn't learned.
- Is there any way to make it play itself? - Yes. Number of players zero.
Seven!
Come on. Learn, goddamn it!
Eight.
It must be caught in a loop.
It's storing more power from the rest of the system.
Nine numbers.
Ten! It's got the code. It's going to launch.
Colonel Conley, call SAC. Get me a launch status report.
- Major Davis, get me the president. - Yes, sir.
How you doinig, colonel?
Our land lines out of the mountain are dead. I'm trying to break through on satellites.
- What's it doing? - It's learning.
Greetings, professor Falken.
Hello, Joshua.
Strange game.
The only winning move is not to play.
How about a nice game of chess?
Colonel Conley, take us to DEFCON 5.
Yes, sir.