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                                  Screenplay

                                      by

                                 Harry Klein









            FADE IN

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      3

    A-3     EXT. TWA PLANE IN FLIGHT OVER LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

            With the myriad lights of the city beneath it.  As the
            plane lands:

    B-3     EXT. HUGE HANGAR

            Troop carriers filled with ARMED SOLDIERS are lined
            up before the hangar; several official cars filled
            with SECRET SERVICE MEN, four MOTORCYCLE POLICEMEN,
            and a caravan of three limousines complete the waiting
            entourage.  The CHIEF of the SECRET SERVICE looks
            toward the airfield as the plane is heard taxiing in.
            He turns and gets into one of the limousines, followed
            by the others.

    C-3     LONG SHOT - VEHICLES ON AIRFIELD
 
            Coming toward camera.  The plane looms in the f.g.
            A motorized stairway is on the way toward the door of
            the plane.  The vehicles come to a halt before the
            camera.

    D-3     HIGH ANGLE SHOT - PLANE

            The Armed Soldiers leap out of the troop carriers and
            form a cordon around the plane.  The Secret Service
            Men get out within the circle of guards, wait for the
            door to open.

      4     EXT. JET DOOR

            It opens.  GRANT steps out:  in middle thirties, with
            the air of a man who takes nothing seriously -- his
            coverup for involvement.  He turns to help JAN BENES
            out of the plane.  Benes is Mittel European in dress
            and manner.  Physically, he is Schweitzer at forty:
            the leonine head, the shock of hair.  He carries a
            battered suitcase.  In response to Grant's gesture,
            he precedes him down the stairs.

      5     ON THE FIELD

            As Benes reaches the last step, he is greeted by the
            Chief of the Secret Service, who shakes his hand,
            introduces him to several of his subordinates, and
            leads him to a limousine.  Their words are lost in
            the din of jets.  About to get into the car, Benes
            turns and moves back quickly to Grant, who is near
            the bottom of the stairs.  Benes extends his hand.
            They shake warmly.  Benes moves back toward the
            limousine.

      6     GRANT - ON PLATFORM STAIRS

            He watches as Benes gets into the limousine and the
            caravan takes off with the Motorcycle Escort.  The
            Soldiers are climbing back into the troop carriers.
            Grant starts down the stairs, is lost to view in the
            general activity.

      7-    OUT
      8

    A-8     EXT. PICO BOULEVARD

            Down which the cavalcade speeds.

    B-8     EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT OF STUDIO (BACK LOT)

            The cavalcade races through an area of dark ware-
            houses.

    C-8     EXT. DESERTED STREET (BACK LOT)

            A rundown area.  The cavalcade starts down the street.
            In the second floor of an otherwise dark house, a
            light is turned on and off, an evident signal.  PAN
            DOWN to a heavy car, waiting in a narrow alley which
            opens into the street.  Its headlights are off, the
            sound of its engine completely drowned by the con-
            certed roar of the oncoming cars and motorcycles.  As
            the cavalcade nears the entrance to the alley, one
            of the motorcycles comes speeding up from the rear of
            the escort.  The car in the alleyway starts toward
            the entrance to the alley.

      9-    OUT
     15

   A-15     EXT. ALLEYWAY

            The car starts hurtling forward at full speed.  The
            front of the limousine is now visible.  A broadside
            impact seems inevitable.

   B-15     EXT. ALLEY

            The motorcycle from the rear reaches the limousine
            as the kamikaze car comes hurtling out like a motor-
            ized projectile.  It hits the motorcycle -- a totally
            unexpected obstruction -- and sends the Policeman
            flying out of scene.  It is sufficient to deflect the
            kamikaze car from its deadly aim.  The car hits the
            rear of the limousine, sends it spinning out of
            control.  The suicide car, also out of control, careens
            toward the opposite side of the street.  The limousine
            smashes into a telephone pole, which brings it to a
            jolting stop.

     16     INT. LIMOUSINE

            The impact throws Benes to the side.  His head hits
            the door handle with stunning force, almost knocking
            him out.

     17     EXT. STREET

            The kamikaze car slams directly into a brick wall.  It
            instantly bursts into fire, engulfing the Driver.  The
            fitful flames illuminate the otherwise dark street.

     18     EXT. LIMOUSINE

            The Chief of the Secret Service jumps out of the
            limousine, waves to a sedan to pull up, his shouts
            lost in the general turmoil.  Other Secret Service
            Men are helping the dazed Benes out, shielding him.
            A sedan pulls up beside the limousine.

     19     INT. SEDAN

            The Chief of the Secret Service instantly hustles
            Benes into the rear.  As he climbs in beside him, and
            the other Secret Service Men rush to the other side
            to get in, there is the sharp crack of a rifle shot.
            It shatters the rear window of the sedan, narrowly
            missing Benes.  The Chief thrusts him onto the floor,
            sprawls on top of Benes to cover him, while shouting
            to the Driver to get going, his words indistinguish-
            able in the confusion of more rifle shots, which sends
            glass and bullets ricocheting through the interior of
            the sedan.

     20     EXT. STREET

            In the eerie light of the burning car, the sedan can
            be seen speeding off, flanked and spearheaded by
            Motorcycle Police.  The Secret Service Men and those
            in the sedans are left behind, firing toward the top
            floor of a nearby building from which the rifle fire
            came.

     21     SERIES OF IMPRESSIONISTIC CUTS THROUGH CREDITS

            Without divulging the nature of the hospital, the
            unconscious Jan Benes is seen undergoing a fast and
            thorough medical probe by TECHNICIANS and SPECIALISTS,
            using the latest equipment.  Huge X-ray machines,
            Centrifuges whirling blood samples, EKGs, Encephalo-
            graphs, and a variety of instruments used in cerebral
            examinations are featured.  After the LAST CREDIT:

   A-21     EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

            It is late.  A car is speeding along.

   B-21     INT. CAR

            Seated in the rear, Grant looks as if he has just been
            aroused from sleep and hustled into the car in a hurry.
            He is getting into his shirt, helped by a MAN beside him.
            There is a smudge of lipstick on his cheek.

                                    MAN
                     Sorry we had to get you up at this
                     hour, Mr. Grant.

                                    GRANT
                            (yawning)
                     I thought I was on my vacation...
                     What's it all about?

                                    MAN
                     I can't tell you.

                                    GRANT
                     Where we going?

                                    MAN
                     I can't tell you that either...
                     Excuse me, Mr. Grant, but you've
                     got a smudge on your cheek.

            He takes out handkerchief, realizing Grant can't see it.

                                    MAN
                     May I?

                                    GRANT
                     Go ahead.

            As Grant finishes buttoning on his shirt, the Man rubs
            off the lipstick.  Then he throws the handkerchief out
            of the car.

                                    GRANT
                     What'd you do that for?

                                    MAN
                     I'm married.

                                    GRANT
                     And she said it was indelible...

                                                        DISSOLVE TO:

   C-21     EXT. DESERTED WAREHOUSE - PARKING AREA - NIGHT

            The car bearing Grant pulls up on an unpaved parking
            area used for loading trucks.  Nothing stirs.  The
            DRIVER shuts off the engine and lights.

   D-21     INT. CAR

            The Driver and the Man in the rear get out.  As Grant
            starts to follow:

                                    MAN
                     You're to stay inside, Mr. Grant.
                            (answering look)
                     And wait...

            They close their respective doors, leaving Grant alone
            in the car, looking out mystified into the darkness.

   E-21     EXT. PARKING AREA

            The two men move off together, until they reach what
            they obviously know is a proscribed distance from the
            car.  Then they stop and look at it.  For a moment
            nothing happens, then the ground seemingly starts to
            sink with the car.

   F-21     INT. CAR

            Grant is startled to see the earth sliding up past the
            car.

   G-21     LONG SHOT - ELEVATOR SHAFT

            It now becomes apparent that the car has been resting on
            what is really the top of an elevator shaft.  The sides
            of the shaft now become visible:  it is seemingly bottom-
            less.

   H-21     INT. CAR - IN SHAFT

            Grant responds as the elevator finally comes to a halt.

     22-    OUT
     39

     40     INT. BOTTOM OF ELEVATOR SHAFT
 
            The car is on the earthen platform.  Two big doors open.
            A scooter bearing the distinctive insignia of the CMDF
            appears, driven by an M.P. wearing the same emblem.
            Grant gets out of the car, is waved by the M.P. into the
            scooter.  He gets in, is driven away.

     41     INT. UNDERGROUND ORDNANCE DEPOT
 
            They pass through a vast empty area, obviously capable
            of holding large pieces of equipment.  The insignia of
            the CMDF is prominent.

     42-    OUT
     43

   A-43     RAMP

            The scooter carrying Grant speeds up the incline to:

     44     INT. CENTRAL CLEARANCE AREA

            MALE and FEMALE OFFICERS, all in the uniform of the CMDF,
            are moving about busily.  As the M.P. and Grant drive
            across the foyer, Grant eyes the Female CMDFs apprecia-
            tively.  Their uniforms emphasize non-military points.
            The scooter reaches:

     45     INT. CLEARANCE DESK

            The OFFICER behind the desk looks up.

                                    OFFICER
                     Your I.D. card, please.

            Grant takes out a card with only an embossed number.  The
            Officer places it into an IDENTIFIER.  We see its screen
            is blank.  After a moment, Grant's picture flashes on in
            color, in full view and profile.  The Officer looks up at
            Grant, sees it is an exact likeness.  He then extracts
            the card.  The screen goes blank.  He hands Grant the
            I.D. card.  The scooter takes off, speeding down a long
            neon-lit corridor, marked off for scooter traffic:  four
            lanes, two in each direction.  Numerous doors leading to
            offices open on both sides of the walkways.  Traffic is
            heavy.  Grant is the only one in mufti.  The scooter
            approaches doors over which lights flash:

                              MEDICAL DIVISION
                            AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL
                              ONLY ONLY ONLY!

            As the scooter nears the Sentry Box, the M.P. on duty
            hits a switch.  The steel doors slide open.  The scooter
            goes through into:

     46-    OUT
     50

     51     INT. MEDICAL FOYER

            GENERAL ALAN CARTER is coming out of a door in a hurry.
            The scooter bearing Grant pulls up beside him.  Grant
            gets out.  They shake hands.

                                    CARTER
                     Hello, Grant.  Good to see you
                     again.

                                    GRANT
                     The Pentagon, wasn't it, General?
                     Only you weren't in that uniform...

            Too preoccupied to elucidate, Carter leads him through
            a nearby door into:

     52     INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

            They move to window overlooking the OPERATING ROOM, see
            the unconscious Benes being wheeled in for Surgery.  His
            head is uncovered.  The full shock of hair stands out
            against the white pillow.  His body is draped in the
            usual manner.  A battery of SPECIALISTS and MEDICAL
            ATTENDANTS, MALE and FEMALE, are moving about under the
            glare of beams focused on the Operating Table.

                                    GRANT
                            (startled)
                     Benes... What the devil happened?

                                    CARTER
                     The Other Side got to him.

                                    GRANT
                     How bad off is he?

                                    CARTER
                     Brain injury.

                                    GRANT
                     Before or after what he wanted to
                     tell you?

                                    CARTER
                     Before he could breathe a word.
                     He's the only scientist who knows
                     the answer to what we're after.
                     That's why we have to operate --

            He turns away from the window, moves toward another door,
            with Grant following.

                                    CARTER
                     -- and why we need you.

                                    GRANT
                     Me?

            Bewildered, he follows Carter through door into:

     53-    OUT
     55

     56     INT. MONITORING ROOM

            Carter moves to a panel of many switches and TV screens.

                                    GRANT
                     I can't even put a Band-Aid on
                     my finger.

                                    CARTER
                     Here's the Surgeon.

            He flicks a switch.  On the TV screen appears the
            INTERIOR OF DUVAL'S OFFICE.  We see DUVAL, a brain
            surgeon in the middle forties.  He has the manner of
            one totally dedicated to his work.  At the moment, he
            is testing a ruby laser, narrowing the beam down to
            pencil-like thinness.  Assisting him is CORA PETERSON.
            In the middle twenties, her attractiveness is matched
            by her efficiency, which is considerable.  They work
            together smoothly, the result of long association.
            It is evident neither know they are being observed
            during:

                                    CARTER
                     Duval.  Dr. Peter Duval.  Top brain
                     man in the country.  Ever hear of
                     him?

                                    GRANT
                     Sorry, but I'm rusty on surgeons.
                     Who's the girl?

                                    CARTER
                     Cora Peterson, his Technical
                     Assistant.  You'll join Duval
                     and the others --

                                    GRANT
                     What can I do?  Except maybe pass
                     out?

            Carter flips on another switch.  On the TV screen
            appears the INTERIOR OF DR. MICHAELS' OFFICE.  It is
            dominated by big blowups of the Circulation System.
            Michaels is assembling charts, as if under pressure.

                                    CARTER'S VOICE
                            (on loudspeaker)
                     Mike...

            Michaels moves to a wall, presses a switch.  His TV
            screen shows Grant and Carter.

                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes, Alan.

                                    CARTER
                     Meet Grant.  This is Dr. Michaels,
                     Chief of the Medical Section.

                                    MICHAELS
                     Glad to have you with us, Mr. Grant.

                                    GRANT
                     Wish I knew why.

                                    CARTER
                     Tell him where he fits in, will you?
                     I've got a few things to check out.

            He moves to another panel, is seen throwing on switches,
            monitoring a fast series of scenes, all of which are
            indistinguishable in angle of shot.  Michaels is seen
            bustling about, collecting charts during:

                                    MICHAELS
                     We need you for Security purposes,
                     Mr. Grant.

                                    GRANT
                     At an operation?

                                    MICHAELS
                     They know they failed to kill
                     Benes.  Security thinks they'll try
                     again, first chance they get.  We're
                     afraid of medical sabotage -- or
                     surgical assassination.

                                    GRANT
                     Surgical assassination?!  But that
                     means you suspect --

                                    CARTER
                            (re-entering scene)
                     [LINE OF DIALOGUE CUT OFF]

                                    MICHAELS
                     I don't agree.  Just because he's
                     often difficult --

                                    CARTER
                     Difficult?  He's impossible!

                                    MICHAELS
                     That's no reason to suspect him of
                     disloyalty.

                                    GRANT
                     But why take the chance, when there
                     must be other doctors?

                                    CARTER
                     We have no choice.  Duval's the most
                     skillful brain surgeon in the country,
                     and he's right here, at hand.

                                    GRANT
                     I wouldn't know if he's trying to
                     save him or kill him.

                                    MICHAELS
                     I'll be standing by.  I'll know.

                                    CARTER
                            (to Grant)
                     And no matter what happens, you're
                     to take orders only from Dr. Michaels,
                     understand?

                                    GRANT
                     Right, sir.

                                    CARTER
                     Come along, they'll be operating
                     shortly.
                            (hand on switch)
                     See you later, Mike.

            Michaels waves.  Carter switches off the monitor.  He
            moves to a door.  Grant follows.

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     61

     62     INT. MEDICAL FOYER

            As they emerge:

                                    GRANT
                     His technician okay?  In addition
                     to the Looks Department?

                                    CARTER
                     No question of her loyalty.

            As Carter leads Grant to the scooter and they take their
            places, Grant looks at the big CMDF insignia on the floor.

                                    GRANT
                     I don't mean to be inquisitive.
                     But this CMDF -- for all I know
                     it could stand for Consolidated
                     Mobilization of Female Delinquents?

                                    CARTER
                            (matter-of-fact)
                     Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.

                                    GRANT
                            (blankly)
                     Say that again?

            Carter starts the scooter and they drive through the big
            doors leading out of the Medical Foyer.

     63-    OUT
     74

     75     INT. CORRIDOR - TRAVELING WITH SCOOTER

                                    CARTER
                     We can reduce anything down to any
                     size we want.  People -- ships --
                     tanks -- planes...

                                    GRANT
                     General, I've heard some wild ones.
                     But this takes it.

                                    CARTER
                     We can shrink an Army -- with all
                     its equipment -- and put it in a
                     bottle cap.  That's why we call it
                     Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.

                                    GRANT
                            (with silent whistle)
                     If the Other Side ever gets hold of
                     a thing like that...

                                    CARTER
                     They have...
                            (answering look)
                     But we've both got the same problem
                     -- lack of control.  We can only
                     keep things Miniaturized for exactly
                     sixty minutes.  After that, every-
                     thing starts growing back to its
                     original size.

            They arrive at the root of the escalator, leave the
            scooter and board the moving stairway.

     76     WITH ESCALATOR

            As they ride up:

                                    GRANT
                     I assume Benes knows how to control
                     it.

                                    CARTER
                     That's right.  He wanted us to
                     have the secret, and not them.
                     Which is why they tried to kill
                     him.

                                    GRANT
                     They're bound to try again.  No
                     wonder they want me to stand by
                     during the operation.

                                    CARTER
                     And take a little trip with them...

                                    GRANT
                            (bewildered)
                     Trip?  Where to?

                                    CARTER
                            (matter-of-fact)
                     Well, the only way to reach that
                     clot is from inside the Brain.  So
                     we've decided to put a Surgical
                     Team and a Crew into a submarine --
                     reduce it way down in size, and
                     inject it into an Artery --

                                    GRANT
                            (jolted)
                     You mean I'm going along?

                                    CARTER
                     As part of the Crew.

                                    GRANT
                     Wait a minute!  They can't shrink
                     me!

                                    CARTER
                            (assuringly)
                     Grant, our Miniaturizer can shrink
                     anything.

                                    GRANT
                     But I don't want to be Miniaturized -- !

                                    CARTER
                     It's only for an hour --

                                    GRANT
                     Not even for a minute!  General
                     Carter, sir, I'd like you to
                     reconsider your choice.  I'm just
                     not the right man for a mission
                     of this kind.

            He starts walking against the direction of the escalator,
            thus remaining in the same place.

                                    CARTER
                            (taking his arm)
                     Come on, Grant.  You're going to a
                     Briefing.

            They have reached the top of the escalator.  Nearby is
            a door marked:

                                 CONFERENCE ROOM

            Carter opens the door, waves him in.

     77     INT. CONFERENCE ROOM

            Grant and Carter enter in the middle of what is evidently
            a heated argument between COLONEL DONALD REID and Duval.
            Reid is in the uniform of the CMDF, with a cadaceus
            which indicates he is the Medical Division.  Also present
            is CAPTAIN BILL OWENS, in Naval uniform, and Michaels.
            Cora stands beside Duval, rather abashed, since she is
            the cause of the vociferous disagreement.

                                    DUVAL
                            (irascibly)
                     Miss Peterson volunteered to come
                     along!

                                    REID
                     So did every male Technician in the
                     Unit.  A woman has no place on a
                     mission of this kind.

                                    DUVAL
                            (brooking no rebuttal)
                     I insist on taking my Technician.

                                    REID
                     You'll take whoever I assign!

                                    DUVAL
                            (angrily)
                     Don't tell me whom I'm to work
                     with!  Not on this operation or
                     any other!  I'll do what I think
                     is best, without any interference
                     from anyone!

            Before Reid can reply:

                                    MICHAELS
                            (diplomatically)
                     Dr. Duval has relied on Miss Peterson
                     for years.  And since she wants to
                     come along, I'm sure it's for the best,
                     Dr. Reid.

                                    REID
                            (making best of
                            defeat)
                     I don't agree with you -- but since
                     you're in charge, you can do as you
                     please.  But I want to go on record
                     as being against it.

                                    CARTER
                     Grant -- Colonel Reid, Operation
                     Commander.
                            (they nod; of
                            Michaels)
                     You've met our Medical Chief.

            Grant and Michaels shake hands, in effect their first
            meeting vis-a-vis.

                                    CARTER
                     This is Dr. Duval, our Head Surgeon.

                                    GRANT
                     Oh yes, I've heard of you, Doctor.

            With the attitude of the completely dedicated profes-
            sional, Duval throws him a cursory glance, nods, sits
            down, quickly opens up a folder containing the latest
            lab reports on Benes, which he scans during:

                                    MICHAELS
                     Miss Peterson, his Technical
                     Assistant.

                                    GRANT
                            (the charmer)
                     How are you, Miss Peterson?

            She responds with an impersonal nod, sits down beside
            Duval and opens up her sheaf of lab reports, handing
            him the pertinent ones during:

                                    CARTER
                     This is Captain Bill Owens, designer
                     of an experimental submarine for
                     the Navy's 'Oceanographic Research
                     and Development Program.'

            As they shake hands:

                                    GRANT
                     Out of your element, aren't you,
                     Captain?

                                    OWENS
                     Sort of.

                                    GRANT
                     That makes two of us.

                                    CARTER
                     Grant's uniquely qualified for this
                     mission.  He's a Communications
                     Expert and was a Frogman during the
                     War.  Besides, he brought Benes into
                     this country, and the fewer people
                     who know about him, the better.  At
                     any rate, you'll find Grant invalu-
                     able, should anything go wrong once
                     you're under way.
                            (to Reid)
                     Okay, Don.

                                    REID
                     Here's the overall Target Area...

            Reid presses a switch.  A large anatomical map of a
            Brain flashes on a central screen.  The ganglia and
            dendrites form a network, much like intersecting roads
            in a detailed war map.  The clot is a solid obstruc-
            tion in the center.  Grid lines cross the map vertically
            and horizontally as points of reference.  The entire
            projection has a three-dimensional effect, since it is
            drawn in perspective.

                                    DUVAL
                     Benes' brain...near as we can map
                     it stereotaxically...

            He switches on a flashlight arrow, points to the clot.

                                    DUVAL
                     The clot's right here...

            He switches off the arrow and quickly flashes it on
            again, this time on the edges of the map.  The arrow
            now probes and withdraws from the base, center and top
            of the brain, like the animated technique of showing
            an attack which is repulsed at the perimeter.

                                    DUVAL
                     Impossible to get at --
                            (arrow makes vertical
                            penetration to give
                            impression of wide cut)
                     -- without damage to the intervening
                     tissue...which would prove fatal to
                     Benes.

            He presses another switch.  A startling OVERLAY OF THE
            BLOOD VESSELS OF THE HEAD AND NECK appears over the
            anatomical drawing of the brain, encasing it.  The red-
            colored arteries and blue-colored veins form such an
            intricate maze, that finding one's way through it seems
            virtually impossible.

                                    DUVAL
                     The only way to reach it is via
                     the Arterial System.

            Grant looks at Cora.  She is busy making notes from
            the projected map.  Owens is showing no undue reaction,
            apparently having been apprised.

                                    REID
                     Phase One calls for Miniaturizing
                     a submarine, with Crew and Surgical
                     Team, and injecting it into the
                     Carotid Artery.

            He points with the arrow to the exact spot.

                                    OWENS
                     How small would that be?

                                    REID
                     About the size of a microbe.

                                    GRANT
                     Colonel, I'm sure that's quite a
                     comfortable size, but --

                                    REID
                     Reduced proportionately, you won't
                     find it too strange --

                                    GRANT
                     All in a day's work, sure.  But I
                     was thinking of the speed of the
                     Circulatory System.

                                    MICHAELS
                     About forty miles an hour.

                                    GRANT
                     Well, it seems to me if you reduce
                     a ship to microscopic size -- and
                     the stream remains constant -- we'd
                     take quite a beating.

                                    OWENS
                            (very worried)
                     I hope you've taken that into
                     account --

                                    CARTER
                     We have.

                                    REID
                     You won't be going anywhere near
                     that fast.  We're putting Benes
                     in deep Hypothermia -- that is,
                     freezing him low as compatible
                     with human life.  It'll slow down
                     his heartbeat, Circulation, and
                     all other physical processes.

            Owens begins polishing his glasses, indicating his
            inner qualms.

                                    OWENS
                     Even so, because of our size --
                     I mean lack of it -- we'll still be
                     cruising mighty fast.  We'll be
                     smashed to bits if there's any
                     turbulence --

                                    MICHAELS
                            (pointing with
                            flashing arrow)
                     The only danger of turbulence is
                     in the Heart -- and we're not going
                     through it.
                            (flashing arrow)
                     Once in the Carotid Artery, we'll
                     remain in the Arterial System...
                     until we reach the point of damage --
                            (flashes around clot)
                     -- where Dr. Duval will attempt to
                     dissolve the clot with a laser beam.
                     After the operation, we'll return
                     by way of the Venous System --
                            (coursing down
                            with arrow)
                     -- until we reach the base of the
                     neck --
                            (arrow stops)
                     -- where we'll be removed right
                     here -- with a hypodermic.

                                    GRANT
                     How will you know where the sub is,
                     at any particular moment?

                                    REID
                     Dr. Michaels -- our Circulatory
                     Specialist -- will serve as your
                     Navigator.  He'll know just where
                     you are.  And you can communicate
                     directly with us, by wireless.
                     Besides, the sub is nuclear-powered,
                     and we'll be tracking it just as we
                     would any radio-active tracer.

                                    CARTER
                     There'll be a team of Surgeons
                     standing by.  We're prepared to
                     remove you immediately, should
                     anything go wrong.  In any event,
                     you must be out within sixty minutes.
                     After that, you'll be in danger of
                     attack.

                                    GRANT
                     Attack?  Who -- or should I say
                     what from?

                                    REID
                     Benes' natural defenses.  White
                     Corpuscles -- Antibodies.  Once
                     you begin to grow -- and become a
                     menace to the body -- you'll
                     trigger them off...

                                    MICHAELS
                     With all the unknown factors in
                     the body, I still say risking five
                     lives for one is something we
                     should reconsider --

                                    CARTER
                     We understand your concern, but
                     we've made our decision, Doctor.
                     Any questions?  Anybody?

                                    GRANT
                     Just one, General...

                                    CARTER
                     Yes?

                                    GRANT
                     Where can I get a cab back to town?

            No one responds to the attempted levity.  Carter rises.

                                    CARTER
                            (to all)
                     Proceed to the Sterilization
                     Section.

            Carter and Reid move out of the room through the door.
            The others go out through another.

     78-    OUT
     80

   A-80     INT. CORRIDOR

            The five appear and stop before a cylindrical door with
            handles similar to those in a vault, to give the effect
            of a sealed chamber within.  Over the door flashes:

                           STERILIZATION SECTION

            The five reach the door.  An electronic beam swings it
            open automatically.  They start in.  As Grant moves past
            the sign:

                                    GRANT
                     How much can a man give to his
                     country?

            The door swings automatically shut behind him.

     81     OUT

     82     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            A huge plastic bubble in the form of a truncated semi-
            circle, with glass panels overlooking areas not visible
            in the angle of the shot.  TECHNICIANS in the uniform
            of the CMDF are seated at a desk-level bank of monitors,
            on a slightly raised platform.  They are checking the
            numerous TV screens for focus.  A cacophony of B-Beeps
            from the screens underscores the sense of last-minute
            preparations.  A COMMUNICATIONS AIDE wearing headphones
            and throat microphone moves about.  Carter crosses to
            the Miniaturization Control Panel.  Reid goes to the
            window overlooking the OPERATING ROOM.  Below, he can see
            Benes on the operating table, a towel over his head.
            Surgical Aides are making a last-minute check of the
            Thermal Blanket which encases him in three sections.
            Reid presses a button on the wall beside the window.

                                    REID
                     Make the final preparations...

            They begin to remove the towel from Benes' head.  Reid
            turns away from the window and crosses to the window
            overlooking the MAIN OPS ROOM.  With him we see a huge
            room, bisected by a floor-to-ceiling detailed map of the
            entire ARTERIAL and VENOUS SYSTEM from rib-cage to skull,
            to simulate the body of Benes in a prone position.
            Grid lines mark off areas in relation to true North and
            South.  TECHNICIANS are bustling about with charts and
            reports which are coming in through headphones, tele-
            phones, teletypes, batteries of Computers, Oscillographs,
            etc.  Encircling the entire floor are glass-fronted
            booths which enclose the SPECIALISTS' POSTS.  Reid turns
            to a Technician at the Master Control Section.

                                    REID
                            (to Technician)
                     Heart.

            The Technician flips on a switch.  On a TV screen
            appears the INTERIOR OF THE HEART POST, one of the glass-
            enclosed booths looking out onto the MAIN OPS ROOM.
            Like all the Specialists Posts, it is concerned with
            its particular area and nothing else:  Blowups of the
            Heart in great detail, X-rays of Benes' heart, its beat
            being recorded electronically on a huge EKG chart which
            fills one wall and is in constant operation via remote
            control.  The HEART SPECIALIST is standing before the
            EKG chart, while a TECHNICIAN twirls dials at a panel.
            Reid can be seen in the closed TV circuit in the Heart
            Post.  (As in all subsequent TV communications.)

                                    REID
                     How's it look, Henry?

                                    HEART SPECIALIST
                            (over TV)
                     Holding steady at thirty-two per
                     minute.

                                    REID
                            (to another Technician)
                     Respiration.

            The Technician flips on another switch.  On a TV screen
            appears the INTERIOR OF THE RESPIRATION POST.  Here
            everything relates only to the lungs.  In addition to
            cut-away sections where each small area assumes the
            proportions of a detailed war map, there are banks of
            Benes' X-rays, lit up in panels, plus immense calibrated
            charts labeled INHALATION and EXHALATION, on which the
            rate is being electronically recorded.

                                    REID
                     How's he doing, Jack?

            The Lung Specialist is seen glancing at a chart.

                                    LUNG SPECIALIST
                            (over TV)
                     Respiration is now six per minute...
                     I wouldn't take him down any further.

            Another Technician flips switch in response to:

                                    REID
                     Hypothermia...

            On a TV screen appears the INTERIOR OF THE HYPOTHERMIA
            POST, its walls festooned with dials recording bodily
            temperature, before which TECHNICIANS sit watching and
            making minute adjustments.  The HYPOTHERMIA SPECIALIST
            moves along, keeping a sharp eye on the various zones
            labeled:  CIRCULATORY, RESPIRATORY, CARDIAC, RENAL,
            etc.

                                    REID
                     Any problems, Dr. Sawyer?

                                    HYPOTHERMIA SPECIALIST
                            (over TV)
                     No sir.  We're holding him at twenty-
                     eight degrees Centigrade.

            Carter enters, moves to the Control Section to join Reid.

                                    CARTER
                     Where do we stand?

                                    REID
                     Medical's ready.

            The Communications Aide with headphones moves up to them.

                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     They're in the Sterilization
                     Corridor --

     83-    OUT
     88

     89     INT. STERILIZATION CORRIDOR

            Bathed in eerie ultra-violet light.  The five are
            passing down the corridor, in single file.  All are
            dressed in khaki uniforms.  Grant moves ahead of Cora.
            As they reach a vestibule at the end, the door swings
            open automatically.  Grant starts to help Cora over
            the threshold.

                                    CORA
                     Don't touch me.  I'm sterile.

            Grant grins.  They move into:

     90     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            A huge parquet area, composed of white octagonal modules.
            In the center is the Zero Module, in red.  Standing over
            it is a fifty-foot craft.  The angle and the distance
            renders its details indeterminate.  WHITE-CLAD TECHNICIANS
            wearing rubber gloves are seen working about it.  As the
            five come into the room:

                                    CARTER'S VOICE
                            (on loudspeaker)
                     Please board and check all your
                     equipment immediately.

            They look up, see:

     91     CARTER AND REID AT WINDOW OF CONTROL TOWER - THEIR
            P.O.V.

            They can be seen, high above.

     92     DOWN INTO MINIATURIZATION ROOM - FROM P.O.V. CONTROL
            TOWER

            Carter and Reid look down at the tiny figures below as
            they move toward:

     93     THE PROTEUS - OVER THE ZERO MODULE

            With Grant and the others, we now get the full impact
            of the experimental sub at close range:  sleek lines
            from the intake in the nose sweep over a transparent
            plastic bubble atop the structure, and then down to
            taper off at the stern under which are double vents.
            The sub is supported by cradles, allowing it to stand
            free of the module.  Plastic windows in the bow afford
            the occupants a full view.  A white-Clad Technician
            hands Owens a small lead box.

                                    TECHNICIAN
                     Here's the particle, sir.

                                    OWENS
                     Everything aboard?

                                    TECHNICIAN
                     All squared away, sir.

            Carefully holding the lead box, Owens starts up the
            ladder, followed by Duval, then Michaels.  Grant waves
            Cora to precede him.  They reach the monk's steps
            above the ladder, climb upward, then one by one dis-
            appear through the hatch.  Grant is the last one in.

     94     INT. PROTEUS

            With Grant we see the interior.  There are plastic
            windows in the bow.  In the center is the Navigation
            and Communications kiosk, which contains charts,
            reports, and a wireless set.  Four swivel chairs are
            spaced about the kiosk.  Behind it, a ladder leads
            to the Conning Bubble above.  Set in the rear of the
            kiosk is a watertight door leading into the escape
            hatch.  Behind the kiosk is a Lab and Storage Section,
            not visible at the moment.  No power of any kind is
            on -- lights or air-conditioning.  The interior is
            illuminated by the light coming in through the plastic
            windows.  Duval, Michaels and Cora instantly move to
            the kiosk and busy themselves examining the charts
            and reports in the numerous pigeonholes.  Owens hands
            the lead box to Grant.

                                    OWENS
                     Hold this...

            Grant takes the lead box.  Owens removes a crank from
            the tool box, inserts it into a hole in a circular
            trap door which reads:

                                   DANGER
                                ATOMIC  FUEL

            Owens turns the crank.  The lid of the trap door opens.
            A hollow cradle comes up.  Owens then opens the lead
            box by undoing two butterfly screws.  He removes the
            Seed Cage from within the box.

                                    GRANT
                            (not relishing thought)
                     Atomic fuel?

                                    OWENS
                     Nothing you could see with the
                     naked eye.  But there's a micro-
                     scopic radio-active particle
                     inside.

            He puts the Seed Cage on the cradle and lowers it back
            beneath the floor, by reversing the crank.  During the
            above:

                                    GRANT
                     If it's no military secret, how can
                     a sub run on a microscopic particle?

                                    OWENS
                     They can't reduce nuclear fuel.
                     But once the Reactor's Miniaturized
                     -- along with the submarine -- a
                     microscopic particle should emit
                     enough energy to activate it.

                                    GRANT
                     That's cutting it mighty close --
                     for a perfect fit.

                                    OWENS
                     It should work -- theoretically.
                     If it doesn't, the mission's off.
                     The craft's nuclear-powered.
                     Except for your wireless.

            The lid of the trap door is now level with the floor.
            Owens removes the crank, and taking the lead box from
            Grant, he puts both back into the tool box during:

                                    GRANT
                            (looking about;
                            admiringly)
                     All in all, quite a canoe...

                                    OWENS
                     Designed for Piscatorial Research
                     -- the Spawning Habits of Deep Sea
                     Fish.

                                    GRANT
                     Remind me to ask you about the love
                     life of an octopus.

            He moves to the wireless, sees Cora smile as she goes
            through the aft door.  Grant begins tapping out a
            message.

     95-    OUT
     96

     97     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            A WIRELESS TECHNICIAN is writing down the message heard
            coming in.  He tears it off his pad, hands it to the
            Communications Aide, who takes it to Carter.

                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Test message from the Proteus, sir.
                            (reading)
                     'Miss Peterson has smiled.'

                                    REID
                     That's an auspicious sign.

                                    CARTER
                     Confirm receiving.

     98     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant is at the wireless, logging the incoming message.
            In the meantime, Owens finishes battening down the
            entrance hatch.  Duval is studying medical reports,
            Michaels is spreading out the first of the Navigation
            Charts, a very detailed map of the Vascular System of
            the Neck and Head.  As Owens crosses on the way to the
            ladder leading to the Bubble:

                                    MICHAELS
                     Captain, how will you be able to
                     follow my charts --
                            (of Bubble)
                     -- from up there?

                                    OWENS
                     On the Repeater.

            Michaels looks at him blankly.  Owens flips a button up
            and down of a hooded device which is trained on the chart
            area.  The small screen remains blank.

                                    OWENS
                     Once the power's on, we'll be in
                     direct touch.  Come, I'll show you.

            Michaels moves with him to the ladder leading to the
            Bubble.  Owens stops, waves him to continue.  Michaels
            goes up the ladder.

   A-98     INT. CONNING BUBBLE

            An ultra-sophisticated set of controls, consisting of
            a push-button panel and an airplane-like steering wheel.
            The plastic affords a 360 degree view of the Miniaturi-
            zation Room.  There is room for only one person.  Owens
            remains on the ladder, so that only his head is within
            the Bubble.  Owens points to the identical Repeater on
            the Panel.

                                    OWENS
                     That's it...

                                    MICHAELS
                            (of controls;
                            ironically)
                     Looks simple to operate.

            He sits down in the single seat.

   B-98     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant is moving aft.  With him we hear:

                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble; with
                            pride)
                     It actually is, although the controls
                     are highly sophisticated.  There's a
                     button for everything --

            Grant enters:

     99     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION

            Originally designed for marine research, it still shows
            some of its pre-adaptation structure:  there is a series
            of glass-fronted compartments, now labeled ANTIBIOTICS,
            ANTI-COAGULANTS, COAGULANTS, MED OXY, etc.  A wide
            counter runs the length of the compartment on one side,
            suitable for working on specimens.  A Ruby Laser sits
            on the counter at the end, its plastic cover removed
            and to the side.  At the other is a piece of metal on
            a metal base.  As Grant enters, he sees Cora working
            with a set of very small tools, making minute adjust-
            ments on the laser.

                                    GRANT
                     Bet you're pretty handy around the
                     house... Can you cook?

                                    CORA
                            (indicating OKY
                            containers)
                     We're pushing oxygen today.

                                    GRANT
                     I'll take some Laughing Gas, ma'am.

                                    CORA
                            (surprised)
                     You sound as if you're not looking
                     forward to it.

                                    GRANT
                     Well, it's not exactly a pleasure
                     cruise.

                                    CORA
                     I think it's the most exciting --
                            (with awe)
                     We're going to see things no one
                     ever saw before.  The actual physical
                     process of Life itself -- not something
                     under a microscope... Just think of
                     it --

                                    GRANT
                     That's the trouble.  I am.  Being
                     shrunk...

                                    CORA
                     You may learn to like it.

            She has finished adjusting the laser.  She now lifts
            Grant's hand away from the metal disc.

                                    CORA
                     Excuse me...

            She presses a button on the laser.  With startling
            suddenness, a thin pencil of light shoots out, cutting
            a hole through the metal instantaneously.  Had
            Grant's hand remained, the beam would have gone right
            through it.

                                    GRANT
                     For a nice young lady, you play with
                     the damndest toys, Miss Peterson...

            She adjusts the intensity and thickness of the laser
            beam, each new one cutting different size holes through
            the metal during:

                                    CORA
                            (with smile)
                     That'll teach you where to keep
                     your hand.

                                    GRANT
                     Now I know...

            As she drills metal through again:

                                    GRANT
                     That could be quite a lethal
                     weapon... It could kill, not cure.

                                    CORA
                     Not in the hands of a great surgeon
                     like Dr. Duval.  The beam of this
                     laser can be regulated to one
                     millionth of a millimeter.

                                    GRANT
                     I understand you've been Dr. Duval's
                     Assistant for quite some time... He
                     must've snatched you out of the cradle.

                                    CORA
                     I've been with him since I got out
                     of school.  He brought me into the
                     CMDF, over five years ago.

                                    GRANT
                     A long time, with one man.

                                    CORA
                     Not working for someone like
                     Dr. Duval --

            She breaks off, realizing she may have revealed her
            feelings.  She switches off the laser, averts looking
            at Grant as she fits the plastic cover over it.  Into
            the silence, the wireless is heard as a message comes
            in.  Grant starts back into:

    100     INT. PROTEUS

            Thoughtful, listening to the wireless.  Michaels is
            coming down from the Bubble.  As Grant reaches the
            wireless, the tapping comes to an end.

                                    GRANT
                            (loud enough for all)
                     'Prepare for Miniaturization'...

                                    OWENS
                     Positions, please.  And strap your-
                     selves in.

            Grant and Duval begin putting on their safety harnesses,
            which are attached to their respective seats.  Cora
            appears out of the aft compartment.  Michaels moves
            toward it, a check-list in hand.  He disappears within.
            In the meantime, Owens is busy tightening every lock-
            screw in evidence.

    101     AT THE KIOSK

            Cora stops before Duval, tries to help him with the
            final stages of getting into the harness.

                                    DUVAL
                     It's all right -- I can manage.

            She starts to leave, stops.

                                    CORA
                            (with difficulty)
                     Doctor...

                                    DUVAL
                            (busy with harness)
                     Yes, Cora.

                                    CORA
                     I -- I want to say...

            She falters as he looks at her.

                                    DUVAL
                     What is it?
                            (anxiously)
                     Anything wrong?

                                    CORA
                            (the moment gone)
                     I just wanted to thank you for
                     taking me along.

                                    DUVAL
                     Thank you for volunteering.

            She turns abruptly, gets into one of the seats and
            starts putting on her harness.  In the meantime,
            Michaels appears from the aft compartment, checking
            off a few items on the bottom of his list as he moves
            quickly to the kiosk.  He places the list into a
            pigeonhole, sits down, quickly straps on his harness.

    102     WITH OWENS

            Everything battened down, he now checks Cora's harness,
            then does the same with Duval's and Michaels'.  All
            are now sweating.  Finished with Grant's harness, Owens
            moves quickly up the kiosk ladder leading to:

    103     INT. BUBBLE

            Owens drops into the seat, and with the speed of much
            practice, slips into his harness.

    104     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others hear:

                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from above, in
                            Bubble)
                     Okay, Mr. Grant.  Tell them we're
                     ready.

            As Grant begins to tap out message:

    105     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            The message is coming in.  The Wireless Technician
            writes it down, rips it off the pad and the Communica-
            tions Aide reads:

                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     'Proteus reports all secured.'

                                    CARTER
                            (to Technician)
                     Miniaturizer...

            A TECHNICIAN at a panel marked MIN throws a switch.

    106     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            What appeared to be a solid wall at the end now slowly
            starts to slide apart, gradually revealing:

    107     THE MINIATURIZER

            A huge, honeycombed disc, suspended from a rail run-
            ning along the ceiling, begins to roll silently toward
            the sub.

    108     INT. PROTEUS

            As Grant gets his first sight at what is going to shrink
            him, he reacts quite convinced.  He glances at Duval,
            Michaels and Cora.  They, too, are looking at the on-
            coming Miniaturizer, but with none of his response.
            They apparently have seen it before.

    109     P.O.V. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - FROM CONTROL TOWER

            Reid and Carter are looking down at the Miniaturizer as
            it rolls slowly toward the sub.  When the disc is directly
            over the sub, the Technician at the MIN panel throws a
            switch, instantly stopping the Miniaturizer.

                                    REID
                     All stations stand by...

            A Technician presses a button.  There is the SOUND of
            a warning claxon.

    110     MAIN OPS ROOM - P.O.V.

            The last minute scurry, as all take their respective
            places.  The GRID OFFICER is seen moving up to the big
            center grid map of the Arterial System with something
            in hand which we can't distinguish as yet.

  A-110-    CUTS OF TECHNICIANS IN MAIN OPS ROOM
  D-110
            Now all are mobile, waiting at their machines.

  E-110     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            Reid is now before the monitors, all of which are on.
            Carter turns from the window overlooking the Miniaturi-
            zation Room, looks at Reid.  The latter nods in silent
            affirmal.  Carter turns to the Communications Aide.

                                    CARTER
                     Commence Miniaturization.

                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                            (into throat mike)
                     Commence Miniaturization.

    111     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The bottom of the Miniaturizer begins to glow with
            increasing intensity.  Simultaneously, the modules
            beneath the sub also begin to light up with equal
            intensity.  Gradually, the entire sub is encased in a
            blaze of incandescence.

    112     INT. PROTEUS

            The lack of ventilation and the tension is causing
            Grant and the others to sweat profusely.

    113     INT. CONNING BUBBLE

            From his vantage point, Owens can see the light of the
            Miniaturizer reach the peak of intensity.

    114     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            A light flashes on the MIN panel.  With Carter we see a
            grid on the Technician's Control Panel as it becomes
            activated.  Two blips from the co-ordinates marked MIN
            DIMEN and MIN SECS flash on.  Reid remains at the
            monitors, eyes on the charts which keep flashing on,
            sending Benes' temperature, heartbeat, etc.

    115     OUT

    116     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The light is bathing the entire sub in an iridescent
            glow.  There is a dull hum.

    117     INT. PROTEUS

            With Grant we get the first subjective realization that
            the sub is shrinking:  the proportions of what he can
            see in the Miniaturization Room are changing.  He looks
            about him in a moment of wonder.

    118     DUVAL AND MICHAELS

            From their vantage points at the kiosk tower, they can
            see a little more of the outside than Grant.  They
            respond like scientists:  with intense absorption in the
            process.

    119     CORA

            She responds enthralled.

    120     OWENS

            Up in the Bubble, he gets the unlimited view -- and he
            is transfixed.  For now the Miniaturizer stretches far,
            far up, and the honeycombed light from the Miniaturizer
            disc seems as distant as stars.  The walls of the room
            are barely discernible in the distance.

    121     BACK TO GRANT

            The final subjective reaction as with him we see:

    122     CONTROL TOWER - GRANT'S P.O.V.

            Far, far up, the windows of the tower have merged into
            a tiny ray of light.

    123     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            Now with Carter we get the first objective view of the
            shrinking Proteus as they watch it shrink down, down,
            down in the center of the Zero Module, which we see is
            laced with intersecting lines.  When the sub reaches
            the size of a capsule about the length of a centimeter,
            Carter looks down at the grid on the Technician's
            Control Panel.  He sees the blips on the co-ordinates
            approach closer and closer until they finally merge into
            one.  He looks back at:

    124     OUT

    125     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            The lights at the bottom of the Miniaturizer's disc go
            off.  The hum stops.  At this distance, the sub looks
            like a speck on the floor.

                                    CARTER
                     Elevate Zero Module.

    126     THE ZERO MODULE - MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            It starts to rise from the floor with the capsule-sub.

    127     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others respond as the vast parquet floor
            with its maze of hexagonal lines seemingly stretching
            into infinity suddenly begins dropping beneath them.
            The effect is that of becoming air-borne.

    128     INT. BUBBLE

            With Owens we get the unobstructed view:  everything is
            falling far, far below.  The bottom of the Miniaturizer
            seems an infinite distance above.

    129     THE ZERO MODULE

            Still rising slowly.

    130     THE ZERO MODULE - P.O.V. FROM INTERIOR CONTROL TOWER

            The capsule-sub is now about four feet off the floor,
            on the Module.  The Zero Module comes to a stop.

    131     INT. PROTEUS - ON MODULE

            All are sweating more profusely, showing increasing
            discomfort.

    132     OUT

    133     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            Carter turns from the window, looks at Reid, who glances
            up from viewing the monitors.

                                    REID
                     Okay to proceed.

                                    CARTER
                     Phase Two.

    134     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            A panel slides open and a precision handling device is
            rolled in by several WHITE-CLAD TECHNICIANS.  A NURSE
            follows, in uniform.  The machine is fourteen feet
            high, consists of pulleys on a tripod, which control
            a vertical arm angling down from a horizontal extensor.
            Two sets of mechanical fingers are on the vertical arm,
            about a foot apart.  Together they act as clamps.  All
            adjustments are controlled by various worm-gears.  As
            the tall tripod rolls by, on the side of the base we
            see stamped:  MIN PRECISION HANDLING, under the insignia
            of the CMDF.

    135     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others react to the first sight of the
            oncoming human beings in relation to their own reduced
            size:  a button is immense, a shoe -- although far
            down from their position on the Zero Module -- is long
            as a city street, the heads gargantuan atop skyscraper-
            tall bodies.  The precision handling machine itself is
            beyond recognition, owing to its vast proportions.

    136     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The tripod is eased to a stop so that its vertical arm
            is directly over the Proteus on the Module.  A TECHNICIAN
            at the gear box starts turning a worm-gear control,
            which lowers the vertical arm toward the capsule-sub.

    137     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant reacts as huge steel fingers at the bottom of
            the arm slowly slide into view.  He glances at Cora
            and the others.  They apparently know what to expect,
            but watch with the interest of scientists.  The mechani-
            cal fingers slowly disappear beneath the sub.

    138     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The Technician maneuvers the mechanical fingers care-
            fully so that they slip under the cradle of the sub,
            in effect becoming its holding fork.  Once the steel
            fingers are in place, the Zero Module sinks below the
            floor from view, while the tripod holding the Proteus
            is eased back.

  A-138     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            A Technician presses a switch.

  B-138     CYLINDRICAL AMPULE - MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            A glass ampule about as tall and round as a small
            silo starts coming up out of the floor on the Zero
            Module.  The transparent container is filled with a
            clear liquid, two-thirds to the top.  It rests on
            an encircling cork base.  The lettering at the base
            reads:  SALINE SOLUTION.

    139     OUT

    140     CYLINDRICAL AMPULE - P.0.V. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others react to what appears to be
            something big as an illuminating gas storage tank --
            albeit filled with liquid.

    141     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            With Carter we see the tripod with the Proteus brought
            to a stop close to the saline solution.

    142-    OUT
    143

    144     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The Technician at the tripod moves it so that the claw
            holding the Proteus is directly over the water in the
            ampule.

    145     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others react as they see themselves
            suspended over what appears to be a huge lake far
            below, bounded by cylindrical glass walls in the
            distance.  Reflected light bounces off the top of
            the water, with iridescent effect.  Suddenly they
            begin to descend.  Grant and the others react as they
            seem to be dropping at suicidal speed toward the
            water which is rushing up to meet them as if they were
            in a dive-bomber.  Then as the surface nears:

    146     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            Within the high walls of the ampule, the capsule-sub
            is deposited into the water.  Despite the delicate
            handling:

    147     INT. PROTEUS

            It 'hits' the water, jarring all within, as at a launch-
            ing from drydock.

    148     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The Technician now begins to maneuver the mechanical
            fingers out from under the sub.

    149     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and the others see the gigantic steel fingers
            sliding past the plastic windows.

    150     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The lifting fork is now disengaged from the sub, which
            floats free in the ampule.

    151     INT. BUBBLE

            The sub is rocking none too gently on the surface of the
            vast glass-enclosed 'lake.'  As Owens sees the ends of
            the immense prongs move past the bubble and continue
            upward:

                                    OWENS
                            (down toward kiosk)
                     We've got to submerge manually.
                     Grant, open Valves One and Two
                     on the bulkhead.

    152     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant slips out of his harness and moves quickly to a
            butterfly valve marked ONE in the bulkhead.  On the
            opposite side of the sub is a duplicate valve marked
            TWO.  As Grant begins turning Valve One:

                                    DUVAL
                     Here -- I'll get the other.

            Duval gets out of his harness and moves to the second
            valve.  Grant watches him covertly while working at his
            own valve.

  A-152     MICHAELS

            As he sees the fluid rising toward the bow windows, he
            begins to respond with increasing fear.

    153     INT. BUBBLE

            Owens' attention is on the gauges in the panel before
            him.  They begin recording PRESSURE and DEPTH.  The
            surface of the saline solution begins to flood upward.

    154     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and Duval at the valves, now fully open.  Through
            the outer windows the water appears to move upward in
            relation to the sub, which continues submerging.

  A-154     MICHAELS

            Face sweating, his eyes reflect growing irrational
            terror as he stares at the rising fluid bubbling over
            the bow windows.

    155     INT. BUBBLE

            As the depth gauges near the 30 mark:

                                    OWENS
                     Close valves.

    156     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant and Duval twist the valves shut.  When both are
            done:

                                    GRANT
                     Valves closed.

                                    OWENS'VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     Right.  That's all for the present.

            As Grant and Duval move to their seats, Michaels opens
            his harness, slips out and hangs onto the bulkhead
            ledge, gasping for breath.

                                    DUVAL
                     Doctor, what's wrong?

                                    MICHAELS
                     I can't breathe!... I've got to
                     get out!

                                    DUVAL
                     It's too late now.  We must go on.

                                    GRANT
                     You'll feel better once we're
                     underway.

            Michaels hangs on tighter to the bulkhead ledge, trying
            to control himself.

                                    MICHAELS
                            (gasping)
                     I -- I'm sorry... Claustrophia --
                     buried alive -- two days -- air
                     raid -- England... Thought I'd
                     gotten over it.  Please -- forgive
                     me... I'm quite all right now...

            He sinks back into his seat.  Grant helps him with his
            harness.

    157     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            We now see the sub for the first time beneath the
            surface of the saline solution:  a small capsule
            submerged at an even keel, about one-fourth of the way
            down in the huge transparent container.  The Modules
            on which the ampule rests now return to floor level.

    158     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            From his vantage point above, Carter can barely see the
            capsule in the ampule.  He glances at Reid, who looks
            up from the monitors and nods.

                                    CARTER
                            (to Technician)
                     Phase Three.

            The Technician presses a button on the MINI panel,
            activating the MIN grid.  The two blips flash on again,
            moving down the MIN DIMEN and MIN SECS co-ordinates.

    159     OUT

    160     THE MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            Instantly the disc of the Miniaturizer trained on the
            ampule begins to glow again.  The light is reflected on
            the entire surface of the saline solution.  The low hum
            resumes.

    161     INT. PROTEUS

            Again we first get the subjective view of the shrinking
            process:  Grant and the others see everything rushing
            away into an immensity of distance.  And all the time
            the reflected light which has illuminated the interior
            of the sub is diminishing.  We see the reason:

    162     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            The objective view:  the ampule has shrunk way below
            the Miniaturizer.  Its far smaller size reflects only
            a spark of light.  The sub is now only a particle,
            shrinking with the ampule.  The Technicians and Nurse
            look on, grouped at the tripod which is beyond the
            range of the Miniaturizer.

  A-162     EXT. PROTEUS

            As the sub shrinks to invisibility, disappearing before
            our eyes:

    163     EXT. AMPULE AND PROTEUS

            In its now fully reduced size, we see the ampule is
            actually a glass cylinder about two inches long and
            half-an-inch in diameter.

    164     MIN GRID - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            With Carter we see the two blips merge and hold.
            Instantly the lights in the Miniaturizer go off.  The
            hum stops.  A loud CLICK is heard.  All look up at:

    165     CLOSEUP - ELECTRIC MINUTE RECORDER

            A big 60 flashes on, and holds.  (NOTE:  We will see
            the same kind of clock, in varying sizes, in every set,
            flashing on the passage of time in minutes, from now
            to the end of the picture.)

    166     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            The Zero Module now begins to rise above floor level.
            The ampule, on its reduced cork base, appears very
            tiny from this height.

                                    CARTER
                            (to Wireless Operator)
                     Inform Proteus they are at Full
                     Reduction.

            The Technician taps out the Proteus' call letters.
            All wait, tense, for a response, as the tapping stops.
            They react, relieved, as they hear:

    167     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant tapping out reply.  Now, for the first time, we
            get the microscopic view of what all see from their
            various vantage points, distorted through liquid and
            the glass walls.  The light is dim, all are finding it
            very hard to breathe in the unventilated craft.  When
            the incoming message stops:

                                    GRANT
                     [LINE OF DIALOGUE CUT OFF]

    168     INT. BUBBLE

            Owens glances at his wrist watch.  Then he flips a
            switch.  He watches the buttons on his panel.  None
            light up.  There is an anxious moment.  Then the myriad
            lights on the panel begin to glow dully.  The Minute
            Recorder on the panel begins to flash 59.

    169     INT. PROTEUS

            The lights become brighter.  Cora, Duval and Michaels
            react with relief.  The ventilators come on, permitting
            all to breathe easier.

    170     INT. BUBBLE

            The buttons on the panel are now aglow.  Owens makes a
            test:  he touches a button which spins his seat, with
            the control panel before him, in a complete 360 degree
            turn within the Bubble.

    171     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            After a brief message is heard coming in:

                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus On-Power.

            With relief, Carter turns to Reid.

                                    CARTER
                     It's all yours, Don.

            Reid moves from the monitors, presses a button on the
            Control Section.

    172     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            As the Technicians at the tripod hear:

                                    REID'S VOICE
                            (over loudspeaker)
                     Phase Four.

            The Technicians move the tripod so that the vertical
            arm is brought directly over the ampule and lowered,
            until the two sets of mechanical fingers clamp the
            cylinder firmly.  Then the ampule is raised a few inches
            from its position on the module.  The reduced cork base
            still encases the bottom.  The Nurse and a Technician
            move to the ampule.  He holds a small instrument case.

    173     AT AMPULE

            When they reach the clamped ampule, the Technician
            opens the case.  The Nurse takes out a plunger.  Very
            carefully, she begins to insert it into the top of the
            ampule without disturbing the liquid.  She then gently
            pulls away the cork remaining at the base of
            the ampule, revealing a small opening in the center.
            But owing to the pressure above, the liquid does not
            run out.  She takes a needle out of the case and
            carefully fits it into the nipple.  We now see the
            ampule is actually a hypodermic syringe.

    174     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            Ried and Carter watch as the tripod is carefully wheeled
            across the room.

    175     THE HYPODERMIC NEEDLE - MOVING SHOT

            The saline solution in the cylinder is sloshing slightly,
            despite the great care of those moving it.

    176     INT. PROTEUS

            The sub is being rocked, causing everyone to hold on
            for support.

    177     INT. BUBBLE

            Owens is trying to keep an even keel with his controls,
            now in full operation.

    178     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM

            As two big doors slide open for the tripod to pass
            through:

    179     EXTREME CLOSEUP - RADIAL LINES

            What appears to be a myriad number of radial lines
            crossing each other to form tiny squares over a domed
            surface is revealed to be:

    180     BENES' HEAD

            Now shaved clean, the head is grid-marked for Stereo-
            encephalatomic measurements.  In the background, the
            tripod is seen being wheeled in.

    181     INT. OPERATING ROOM

            Moving with the hypodermic needle clamped in the tripod,
            we now get the full impact of the set:  the floor is
            marked off for True North and South, with latitudinal
            and longitudinal lines.  The modern operating table is
            set so that Benes' head corresponds with the exact
            position of the Arterial Head on the big grid map in
            the Main Ops Room.  Benes is lying under a thermal
            blanket, covered up to the collarbone.  Thin rubber
            pipes lead out from the blanket to the Central Thermal
            Unit under the operating table, out of the way of
            everyone.  A TEAM OF GAUZE-MASKED SURGEONS AND
            ASSISTANTS stand grouped around the unconscious patient.
            In a semi-circle at the head of the bed, beyond the
            head, is a series of SMALL TRACKING DEVICES resembling
            radio-telescopes.  They are remotely controlled.  The
            Minute Recorder, in a prominent position, now changes
            from 59 to 58.

    182     INT. OPERATING ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            Reid and Carter are looking on.  The Communications Aide
            stands at his side.  They see the clamped hypo rolled up
            to the side of Benes' head and brought to a gentle stop.

    183     BENES AND HYPO

            A small circle marks the exact spot of the injection.
            A SURGICAL AIDE swabs the area with alcohol.

    184     CLOSE SHOT - ACTIVATOR

            It is brought down mechanically by use of worm-gears
            on the tripod toward the plunger, engaging it.

    185     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            Reid, watching the proceedings below:

                                    REID
                            (to Wireless Operator)
                     Contact Proteus --

    186     INT. PROTEUS

            Grant takes down the message as it comes in.  When
            message stops:

                                    GRANT
                            (loud enough for
                            Owens in Bubble)
                     Stand by for injection!

            Suddenly the sub begins to rock hard.  All hold on.

    187     INT. BUBBLE

            Owens is manipulating controls, trying to keep an
            even keel.

    188     INT. OPERATING ROOM

            The hypodermic is being angled by the precision gears
            of the tripod for the exact degree of injection.  When
            this is accomplished:

    189     BIG CLOSEUP - BENES' NECK

            The point of the needle approaches the exact spot, which
            we now see is marked off by a tiny cross within the
            circle on the Artery.

    190     TECHNICIAN AT TRIPOD

            He presses the mechanical activator which sends the
            needle plunging into Benes' neck O.S.

    191     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            Instantly a warning klaxon goes off.  It keeps on for
            a few seconds, then stops.  Into the silence:

                                    REID
                     Tracking.

            A Technician flips a switch.

    192     INT. TRACKING POST - ON MAIN MONITOR IN CONTROL TOWER

            Four TECHNICIANS are seated before their radar screens,
            which show flat electronic lines, except one.  This
            is picking up a blip.

  A-192     INT. CONTROL TOWER

            A Technician at the Control Panel throws on a switch.
            Another TV screen next to the Main Monitor goes on,
            revealing:

  B-192     CLOSE SHOT - BLIP ON TV SCREEN

            Duplicating the blip seen in the Tracking Post.  We
            see the blip is heading down, at an angle identical
            with that of the hypo.  CAMERA MOVES IN on the blip,
            and keeps moving until it fills our entire screen and
            becomes:

    193     EXT. PROTEUS - WITHIN THE HYPO

            Diving at a terrific speed, steeply angled like the
            hypo, through the clear saline solution.

    194     INT. PROTEUS

            All hold on as if riding a roller coaster at its
            steepest plunge.  Suddenly all goes pitch-dark.

    195     INT. BUBBLE

            Only the buttons are glowing, and the Minute Recorder,
            which now reads 57.  Owens throws a switch.  Through
            the plastic windows the headlights of the sub are seen
            coming on.  They pierce the darkness sufficiently to
            catch the side of the steel wall of the needle, which is
            rushing past at a tremendous speed, giving the effect
            of an enclosed channel.  The beams gradually reveal:

    196     HOLE OF NEEDLE - P.O.V. BUBBLE

            A small aperture in the distance, barely visible.

  A-196     HOLE OF NEEDLE - P.O.V. PRINCIPALS IN KIOSK

            Grant and the others see the opening at the end of the
            needle becoming bigger and bigger, apparently rushing
            toward them with great speed.

  B-196     EXT. END OF NEEDLE

            It fills the screen, an immense aperture in relation to
            the tiny sub which suddenly comes shooting out of it.

    197-    OUT
    198

    199     MAIN OPS ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER

            Reid and Carter observe the Grid Officer, wearing head-
            phones and throat mike, move up to the Arterial Map with
            a tiny replica of the Proteus.  He places it in the
            center or the huge channel in the neck, which depicts the
            Carotid Artery.  The little sub is held magnetically on
            the grid.  The Minute Recorder now reads 56.  Reid
            turns from the window, moves to the Map Case, which
            contains the same assortment of charts as in the sub's
            kiosk.  Reid takes out an OVERLAY MAP OF THE HEAD AND
            NECK.  He places it on a Radarscope.  The blip shows it
            is traveling up the Carotid Artery.

    200     LONG SHOT - ESTABLISHING - PROTEUS IN ARTERY

            The headbeams of the speeding sub reveal a world of
            dazzling color and beauty:  the Arterial Stream.  The
            walls of the vast amber-colored chamber are lost in
            the distance.  Now the screen is filled with a floating
            wonderland:  huge red corpuscles, whirling globules,
            platelets, particles, minuscule fragments drift with the
            stream, reflecting the entire spectrum of color.

    201     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is slowing down the sub.  He gazes in awe at:
 
    202     ARTERIAL ELEMENTS - THROUGH BUBBLE
 
            As the Proteus moves through the swirling conglomera-
            tions, the elements are parted, flow over the sub,
            bounce about it, forming new fluid galaxies in a
            universe of amber.  And each grouping and regrouping,
            every mass and disc, though loosely linked, has a
            rhythm of its own.  Thus the Corpuscular drift, the
            bouncing particles, the parting and the merging achieve
            a majestic choreography lyrical in quality, a fugue
            of motion.
 
     203    INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant and Cora, strapped in their seats, look on
            enthralled at the sheer beauty of the dancing wonder-
            world visible through the windows.  Duval appears
            equally moved.  Michaels observes with more clinical
            detachment.
 
    204     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens has now slowed down the sub so that it moves
            slightly faster than the current, thus enabling him
            to maintain maneuverability.
 
                                    OWENS
                     You may unfasten your belts...
 
    205     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant, Cora and Duval quickly slip out of their
            harnesses, move to the bow for a maximum view of the
            scene.  Michaels remains at the console, checking
            their course on the Neck and Head chart.
 
  A-205     EXT. PROTEUS - HEAD-ON SHOT
 
            Approaching camera, with the three people looking out
            of the bow windows in speechless wonder at what they
            behold.
 
    206     OUT
 
  A-206     INT. PROTEUS - SHOOTING OVER THEIR BACKS
 
            For a moment the three gaze in silent awe at the
            dancing drift directly outside:  nuclei are clearly
            visible in the cells; variegated tiny organisms sweep
            like cosmic dust through the orbits of the spinning
            globules.  Their first sight of the interior world,
            with its beauty and rhythmic splendor has affected
            them deeply.  Finally breaking the silence:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (quietly; as he
                            looks on)
                     The Medieval Philosophers were
                     right... Man is the center of the
                     Universe... We stand in the middle
                     of Infinity, between Outer and
                     Inner Space.  And there's no limit
                     to either.
 
                                    GRANT
                     You mean Inner Space is endless?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Everything can be divided in half,
                     no matter how minute.
 
            As the concept sinks in, Grant turns to look out again.
            Cora has never taken her eyes off what she sees through
            the bow windows.
 
                                    CORA
                     I never...never imagined it could
                     be anything...like this.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (equally awed)
                     I always thought it was nothing
                     but red.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Only to the naked eye.
                            (indicating)
                     Those corpuscles -- carrying oxygen
                     -- give the stream its color.  But
                     the rest of the plasma's very much
                     like sea water.  An ocean of life...
 
                                    GRANT
                     Quite a piece of plumbing.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     End-to-end, a hundred thousand
                     miles long.
 
            Grant reacts.  Of something up ahead:
 
                                    CORA
                     Dr. Duval -- what could those
                     be?
 
            The sub is suddenly engulfed by a mass of very tiny
            discs in chain-like combinations, which blot out the
            rest of the stream.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (now the scientist)
                     Never saw that.  Not even under
                     an electron-microscope.
 
                                    CORA
                     They're much smaller than bacteria...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Looks like the molecular structure
                     of proteins.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (flatly)
                     I don't agree.  I think we ought to
                     stop and take a sample.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     That's not the purpose of this
                     mission.
                            (up at Owens)
                     Captain -- keep a straight course
                     -- until you're in the clear.
 
    207     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Steering by instruments, Owens remains on course, the
            massed discs obstructing his view.  Suddenly they float
            off, revealing:
 
                                    OWENS
                     Arterial Wall to the right!
 
            With him we see:
 
    208     LONG SHOT - ARTERIAL WALL
 
            Barely visible in the spill of light, a smooth endothe-
            lial wall is seen in the distance.
 
    209     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Michaels consults his chart, brings the co-ordinates
            into place over two Arteries.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (up at Bubble)
                     What's our speed?
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     Fifteen knots.
 
            Michaels makes a rapid calculation with his slide rule.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     We should reach the Branching Artery
                     in two minutes.
 
            He switches on the REPEATER.
 
    210     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The same REPEATER device is now active on the panel,
            reflecting the chart on the console below, with Michaels'
            navigational calibrators pointing to the intersecting
            Artery.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     Keep the Wall at its present distance
                     when you turn.  That'll bring you
                     safely into the middle of the Branch.
 
    211     EXT. PROTEUS - IN ARTERY
 
            It cruises for a moment through the dazzling elements,
            the Arterial Wall in the distance.  Then suddenly the
            sub accelerates and veers off course toward the Arterial
            Wall.
 
    212     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens reacts, tries to slow down the sub and steer it
            back into the middle of the channel.  But the speed
            increases, and the sub continues being swept toward the
            Wall.
 
    213     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant and the others respond to the ever-increasing
            speed and the nearing Wall.  They turn to Michaels,
            who, too, is aware of the change.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Captain -- correct your course --
                     and speed.
 
    214     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Increasingly concerned as he works the controls and
            glances at the gauges:
 
                                    OWENS
                     She won't respond!  We're in some
                     sort of current!
 
    215     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval moves to Michaels.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (bewildered)
                     But that isn't possible.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Not in a sealed vessel like an
                     Artery.
                            (up at Owens)
                     Captain -- something must be wrong
                     with your controls!
 
                                    OWENS'VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     No -- it's a current!  It's too
                     strong -- I can't break out of it!
 
    216     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is trying to gain control of the sub.  It begins
            to vibrate.  Startled, Owens peers out, trying to
            determine the cause, but the beams reveal nothing ahead
            but an iridescent swirl of Arterial elements which
            bounce back the light.  The buffeting increases rapidly.
            The Arterial Wall is clearly visible to the side,
            getting closer.
 
    217     INT. PROTEUS - IN BOW
 
            Grant and Cora exchange startled looks as the membranes
            of the Arterial Wall suddenly become visible in the
            spill of light from the headbeams:  its connective
            strands arch Gothic-like, lost in the darkness of the
            vaulted enclosure.  The vibrations have now increased
            so that all must hold onto stanchions for support.
 
    218     DUVAL AND MICHAELS
 
            Gripping the console for support.  Through the plastic
            windows to the side they can see the Arterial Wall
            looming with menacing closeness.  They look at each
            other, unable to fathom the cause of the now-greater
            vibrations.
 
    219     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is desperately trying to avoid a head-on collision
            with the Wall, but the sub won't respond to any of his
            manipulations.  The Wall looms closer, the buffeting is
            worse.
 
    220     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Smashing into the Wall directly ahead seems inevitable.
            Now the connective strands almost fill the windows.
            Cora closes her eyes, in anticipation of the fatal
            impact.  And just when a collision appears inevitable,
            the sub veers, narrowly missing the cable-like strands,
            thick enough to support a bridge.
 
    221     INT. BUBBLE - PARALLEL TO ARTERIAL WALL
 
            With Owens we see the sub swept close alongside the
            Wall.  It is evident the craft is out of his control,
            and that whatever averted the collision has nothing to
            do with his attempt to steer it.  The swirling mass of
            particles up ahead begins to part.  The vibrations
            [LINE OF DESCRIPTION CUT OFF]
 
    222     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant reacts as he sees the now-visible area ahead.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Whirlpool!... Strap yourselves in!
 
            He grabs Cora, and against the buffeting, moves quickly
            to help her toward her seat.  Duval and Michaels
            instantly take their seats at the console, begin getting
            into their harnesses.
 
    223     LONG SHOT - THE WHIRLPOOL - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is appalled as in the distance, in the center of
            the channel, he sees what appears to be an immense
            liquid centrifuge rotating at great speed, the Arterial
            elements within it whipped about like the contents of
            a mixmaster.  Now the buffeting is reaching its climax.
            The sub is inexorably approaching the rim of the whirl-
            pool, with Owens desperately trying to steer away from
            it.
 
    224     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval and Michaels are in their harnesses.
 
    225     GRANT AND CORA
 
            Slowed up by the intense buffeting, Grant is now help-
            ing Cora into her seat.  But before he can assist her
            into the harness, the sub is caught in the whirlpool.
            The instant effect is that of a Carnival Whip.  The
            centrifugal force flings Cora out of her seat against
            the bulkhead.  Grant is spun around and slammed against
            the opposite part of the bulkhead, and then onto the
            floor, with stunning impact.
 
    226     DUVAL AND MICHAELS
 
            Pinned back in their seats, unable to get out and help
            as they see:
 
    227     GRANT AND CORA
 
            Helpless in the whiplike rotation, Cora is thrust from
            the bulkhead onto the floor.  Grant manages to grab a
            stanchion, hold on.  With his free hand he reaches out
            for Cora, now prone on the floor.  She extends her hand,
            but a foot separates them.  They desperately reach out
            to each other as the centrifugal force pulls them
            farther and farther apart... Grant takes the only pos-
            sible chance or reaching her:  he lets go of the stanchion,
            which sends him slamming against the base of the seat.
            He grips the leg of the seat with one hand and grabs
            Cora's waist with the other, just in time to prevent
            her from again being flung against the bulkhead.  She
            holds onto him with all her strength.  Grant strains
            to maintain his grip on the leg of the seat with his
            free hand, which in effect holds them both against the
            centrifugal whipping.
 
    228     INT. BUBBLE - TO INCLUDE WHIRLPOOL
 
            Owens, too, is thrust back in his seat, powerless to
            move.  The sub is completely at the mercy of the whirl-
            pool.  A gauge on the panel is registering in circles.
 
    229     EXT. PROTEUS IN WHIRLPOOL - LONG SHOT
 
            Rotating at great speed, a tiny piece of flotsam caught
            in a cataclysmic force which is inexorably spinning it
            toward the vortex.
 
    230     INT. SUB - CUTS OF PRINCIPALS
 
            Reacting to the ROAR of the massive turbulence and the
            whirling stream, which is seen through the windows.  The
            centrifugal force keeps them pinned to their positions,
            with Grant holding onto Cora as before.
 
    231     EXT. PROTEUS - NEARING VORTEX
 
            It is whipped around and down in the final circle --
            and disappears through the rapidly rotating center...
 
    232     INT. PROTEUS
 
            The steeply angled dive causes greater strain on Grant
            as he keeps his grip on Cora.  Duval and Michaels are
            now thrust forward as if they were in a gondola of a
            shoot-the-shoots making its steepest descent.
 
    233     INT. BUBBLE
 
            In a similarly forward-tilted position, with Owens we
            see the stream whipping by in a seemingly endless drop.
            And then ahead there suddenly appears:
 
    234     LONG SHOT - FISSURE IN ARTERIAL WALL - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            An immense crack through which some red corpuscles are
            streaming in an eddy.
 
    235     INT. PROTEUS
 
            From their prone positions on the floor, Grant and Cora
            react to the huge fissure looming through the windows.
            Duval and Michaels exchange looks, suddenly realizing
            what it signifies.  Now the immense crack is directly
            ahead.
 
    236     EXT. PROTEUS - FISSURE FROM WITHIN VEIN
 
            As the tiny sub is swept out into the stream, where the
            blue corpuscles are.  Through the crack, a stream of
            red corpuscles are whipping by on the other side.  The
            angle of the dive now becomes less oblique.
 
    237     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The sub is caught in a less turbulent current, which
            results in its gradually losing its angle and speed,
            permitting Owens to steer it away from the center toward
            a more placid area.
 
    238     INT. PROTEUS
 
            The sub is now level, moving much slower.  Exhausted
            from the ordeal, Grant sees it is safe to let go of
            Cora.  He helps her rise.  She stares dazed at the
            bluish stream.  Duval and Michaels, equally spent,
            begin to get out of their harnesses.
 
  A-238     EXTREME CLOSE SHOT - BENES' NECK
 
            PAN over to the Miniature Tracking Devices.
 
  B-238     TWO RADAR SCREENS - INT. TRACKING POST - MAIN OPS ROOM
 
            The blip goes from one machine to the other, where it
            doesn't belong.  The Tracking Technician reacts,
            instantly presses a button.
 
    239     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            A warning buzz from a TV Monitor.  Reid and Carter
            respond to the SOUND.  The Communications Aide comes
            over to them.
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus Off Course, sir.  They've
                     picked up a blip in Quadrant 23,
                     Level B.
 
            Reid moves quickly to the window overlooking the Main
            Operations Room, followed by Carter.
 
    240     OUT
 
    241     MAIN OPS ROOM - P.O.V. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Both see the Grid Officer below move the replica of
            the sub from the Carotid Artery to another channel
            near it within a quadrant marked 23.  The channel is
            outlined in blue.
 
                                    REID
                            (jolted)
                     They've crossed over into the
                     Jugular Vein!
 
                                    CARTER
                     That can't be -- there's no direct
                     connection between the two --
 
                                    REID
                     Normally not.  Unless it's an Arterio-
                     Venous Fistula --
 
    242     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant, Cora and Duval are grouped around Michaels at
            the chart.  In the distance, the endothelial walls of
            the Jugular Vein are vaguely visible.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (blankly)
                     A what?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     A forced joining of an Artery and
                     Vein.  Must've happened when Benes
                     was hurt.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Yes, a fistula too small to show up
                     on the X-rays.
 
                                    CORA
                     But big enough for us...
 
            In the stream outside, the bluish corpuscles are
            increasing in number.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Captain -- head back into the Artery.
 
    243     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As if it were a suicidal order:
 
                                    OWENS
                            (brooking no argument)
                     We could never fight that current --
                     it's physically impossible.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     Then don't drift down further.
 
                                    OWENS
                     I'll do what I can.
 
            As he manipulates the controls:
 
    244     INT. PROTEUS
 
                                    GRANT
                     If we can't go back, is there an
                     alternate route?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes... We can go forward on this
                     course, but it means going directly
                     through the Heart.
 
    245     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is appalled as he sees the route being traced on
            the Repeater, down the Jugular Vein toward the Heart.
            Before it can go any further:
 
                                    OWENS
                            (alarmed)
                     We can't do that!  We decided in
                     the Briefing -- the craft could
                     never stand the turbulence!
 
    246     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Michaels looks up from the chart, to the others.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes, it would be a hundred times
                     worse than the whirlpool.
 
            The others respond with grim realization of what it
            portends.
 
                                    GRANT
                     That's just dandy.  We can't go
                     forward -- and we can't go back.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     I'm afraid there's only one thing
                     we can do.  Call off the mission.
 
                                    CORA
                            (emotionally)
                     Doctor...you can't mean that!  Not
                     when we've come this far.  And if
                     we give up, there'll be no way of
                     saving Mr. Benes --
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Dr. Michaels is right.  We have no
                     choice.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (to Grant)
                     Tell them to take us out.
 
                                    GRANT
                     If there's any chance --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (an order)
                     Request removal, Mr. Grant.
 
            As Grant moves to the wireless:
 
    247     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter and Reid are looking down into the MAIN OPS ROOM
            at the replica of the Proteus.  It is in the same
            position as last seen in the Jugular Vein on the big
            grid.
 
                                    REID
                     But we have no choice!  We've got
                     to take them out!
 
                                    CARTER
                            (adamantly)
                     No...
 
            He turns away from the window as a message is heard
            coming in.  With seeming unawareness of the incoming
            message, Carter looks at the Minute Recorder.  It is
            flashing 51.
 
                                    CARTER
                     We still have fifty-one minutes.
                     Leave them in.
 
                                    REID
                     But it's hopeless!  They can't go
                     back and they can't go on.  I tell
                     you there's nothing else we can do
                     but remove them!
 
                                    CARTER
                            (the final word)
                     Not until the very last second.  We
                     must think of something... Something
                     to save the situation.
 
            The incoming message stops.  The Communications Aide
            takes it from the Wireless Technician.
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                            (reading)
                     Proteus reports trapped in Venous
                     System.  Requests removal, sir.
 
                                    REID
                     Well, there it is... What do I tell
                     them, General?
 
            Carter turns his back on him, moves to the window,
            stands looking down on the OPERATING ROOM.  The scene
            below is almost a tableau, except for the moving
            Miniature Tracking Devices.  The Surgical Team around
            the table stands watching, waiting.  Benes lies
            motionless.  Reid joins Carter.  As they both look
            down at the patient, whose only chance of life is now
            in their hands:
 
                                    CARTER
                            (finally)
                     Doctor...without killing him -- how
                     long could we stop his heart?
 
                                    REID
                     The less time, the better.
 
                                    CARTER
                     I know that.  But what's the maximum?
 
                                    REID
                     In his comatose state...and every-
                     thing slowed down...no more than
                     sixty seconds.
 
            Carter takes out a slide rule.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (as he figures)
                     At top speed...and adjusting
                     distance for Degree of Miniaturi-
                     zation --
                            (getting answer)
                     The sub should get through the
                     Heart in fifty-seven seconds.
 
                                    REID
                     That would give us only three
                     seconds to revive him...
 
                                    CARTER
                     What are the problems in stopping
                     the Heart?
 
                                    REID
                     Nothing -- compared to starting it
                     up again.
 
            From the window, Carter can see the big Minute Recorder
            in the Operating Room flashing from 51 to 50.
 
                                    CARTER
                     We're wasting time, Colonel.  Let's
                     get on with it.
 
            The decision made, Reid takes command.
 
                                    REID
                            (to Technician)
                     Heart.
 
            Technician presses monitor button.  As Carter moves to
            the Communications Aide, the HEART POST flashes on the
            TV screen.
 
                                    REID
                            (to Heart Post)
                     Cardiac Red Alert -- we're stopping
                     the Heart.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (to Communications
                            Aide)
                     Message to Proteus.
 
            Now both give their orders simultaneously.  As Reid
            speaks, we can see the HEART POST swing into action
            on the TV screen:  the big X-rays of Benes light up
            on panels, a CATHODE TUBE recording his heartbeat
            becomes activated.  The Heart Specialist and several
            Heart Technicians are seen leaving the POST.  Mean-
            while, the Communications Aide is taking down Carter's
            message for transmission.
 
                     CARTER                      REID
             You are heading in the       An Arterio-Venous Fis-
             opposite direction of        tula has forced the
             the Target Area, as a        Proteus into the Venous
             result of crossing over      System.  At this
             into the Jugular Vein.       moment, it is in the
             Since you are in a           Lateral Cervical Region,
             closed system, you will      anterior to the Cervical
             have to go through the       Plexus.  The haemo-
             Heart and proceed on         dynamics of the
             your mission by taking       Venous System are at
             an alternate route.  We      absolutely minimum
             will stop Benes' Heart       levels.  It would be
             for exactly sixty seconds.   fatal to further decrease
             Maintaining maximum speed,   the rate of flow by
             you will get through in      Hypothermic means.  In
             fifty-seven seconds.         order to minimize the
             That will give us three      turbulence, we will have
             seconds to spare in which    to arrest the Heart.
             to revive him.  Stand by     The Proteus will proceed
             for exact instructions --    to the entrance of the
                                          Right Atrium --
 
    248-    OUT
    250
 
    251     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Reid's Voice is heard as the Heart Technicians rig Benes
            for electric shock with a Cardio-Verter.  They are
            removing the top third of the Thermal Blanket.  When
            his chest is exposed, they apply electrodes to it.
            Then the Technicians take their places at the various
            Cardiac Instruments which are recording the pulse and
            configuration of the heartbeat.  The last is visible
            on the big cathode tube of the Cardioscope, a replica
            of which was seen in the Heart Post.
 
  A-251     INT. PROTEUS
 
            All are listening to Grant reading the end of the
            message.
 
                                    GRANT
                     -- at which point the Heart will
                     be stopped by electric shock.
 
                                    CORA
                            (into the silence)
                     And if it should take more time to
                     get through --
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (flatly)
                     We can't take a second more.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Captain -- head in the direction of
                     the flow and drift with it.
 
            He takes out a detailed Cardiac Map.
 
    252     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Through the Repeater, Owens can see Michaels spread out
            the Cardiac Map.  He reacts to its great complexity.
 
                                    OWENS
                     I'll never find my way through that.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     I'll guide you, once we're in the
                     Heart.
 
    253     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Drifting down the Jugular Vein.
 
    254     OUT
 
    255     INT. MAIN OPS ROOM
 
            The Grid Officer can be seen moving the replica of the
            Proteus down the Jugular Vein.
 
  A-255     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter and Reid are looking down at Benes in the
            OPERATING ROOM.
 
    256     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Benes is now rigged for electric shock.  The Tracking
            Devices are concentrated on his chest.  The Heart
            Specialist looks at the Cardioscope Screen.  The big
            screen registers the beat of the Heart with a cathode-
            tube effect, each pulsation causing an electronic
            pattern.  They are very slow, regular.  The Heart
            Specialist nods to one of his Technicians who wears
            headphones.  The latter presses a button.
 
    257-    OUT
    260
 
    261     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            A warning buzzer SOUNDS.  The Communications Aide moves
            up to Reid and Carter at the Tracking Station Monitor
            and Radarscope.
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Ready for Cardiac Shock...
 
            Reid nods, acknowledging the message.  As he removes
            the map off the Radarscope, Carter takes out an OVERLAY
            MAP OF THE HEART from the Map Case and places it on the
            Radarscope.  The blip is seen progressing down the
            Vena Cava, leading to the entrance of the Heart.
 
                                    REID
                            (pressing button)
                     Stand by.
 
            Carter takes out a stop watch.
 
    262     OUT
 
    263     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant and the others respond as they begin to hear the
            SOUND of a distant boom-boom, slow and measured.  It
            has an ominous effect.  It quickly gets louder during:
 
                                    CORA
                            (in awe)
                     Listen...the Heart.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes...slowed down a great deal.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Sounds like heavy artillery...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     It lays down quite a barrage in a
                     lifetime.  Forty million beats.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (quietly)
                     And every beat separates a man from
                     [LINE OF DIALOGUE CUT OFF]
 
    264     EXT. PROTEUS - IN VENA CAVA
 
            The SOUND of the Heart is now very loud, each measured
            boom like heavy artillery in a relentless barrage.
            The headbeams illuminate the long passage, the walls
            of which are lost to view.
 
    265     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant and the others look on ahead, responding to the
            now-deafening beat, which increases as they near the
            source in the bluish channel.  And then they react with
            wonder as they see:
 
    266     LONG SHOT - TRICUSPID VALVE - P.O.V. PROTEUS
 
            In the distance, three huge membranes are billowing
            open, with tendrils resembling supporting strands of
            parachutes.
 
    267     EXT. PROTEUS - IN THE ATRIUM
 
            The parachute-like membranes are at the end of the
            Atrium, the entrance of which the sub now approaches.
            As the membranes blossom fully, with a lovely effect,
            a big aperture is revealed.  The dilation causes a big
            forward surge of the stream.
 
    268     INT. PROTEUS
 
            All hold onto whatever is at hand as the sub is swept
            onward, rocking with the tidal wave.  Now in the
            distance they can see:
 
    269     LONG SHOT - TRICUSPID VALVE - P.O.V. PROTEUS
 
            It is beginning to close, the three membranes seemingly
            collapsing like three parachutes over the aperture.
            The boom of the beating Heart is massive, making any
            communication very difficult.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (over the sound; up
                            at Bubble)
                     Captain!  They'll stop it on the
                     next beat!
 
    270     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens at the controls, eyes on the now-closed membranes,
            as he hears:
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     As soon as the Valve opens again,
                     go through and give it everything
                     you've got!
 
    271     TRICUSPID VALVE - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            The sub approaches the now seemingly solid wall.  Owens
            steers directly to where he last saw the aperture.  The
            closed membranes loom closer and closer, the headbeams
            illuminating the delicately threaded strands.  Suddenly
            the three membranes start billowing open again.
 
    272     THE CARDIOSCOPE SCREEN
 
            The electronic pattern is recording the beat.
 
    273     THE CARDIO-VERTER AND TECHNICIAN
 
            He immediately presses the triggers on two electrodes
            held against Benes' chest.
 
    274     AMPERE NEEDLE ON CARDIO-VERTER
 
            The needle swings over into the red zone.
 
    275     THE CARDIOSCOPE SCREEN
 
            The electronic pattern indicating the heartbeat instantly
            flattens out and remains so.
 
    276     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is throwing on the full-speed-ahead control.  The
            sound of the Heart has completely stopped.
 
    277     EXT. EXHAUST JETS
 
            A surge from the twin jets as the sub is propelled
            forward with a tremendous burst of power.
 
    278     INT. PROTEUS
 
            All hang on against the acceleration.
 
    279     PROTEUS IN TRICUSPID VALVE
 
            As it sweeps through the now-motionless membranes which
            wave limply in the stream, with no life of their own.
 
    280     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            A tense silence pervades.  The Heart Specialist and
            his Technicians concentrate on the various instruments.
            The Surgical Team stands by, immobile.
 
    281     TRACKING DEVICES
 
            The little cones are the only things that move in the
            Operating Room.  As they weave back and forth:
 
    282     STOP WATCH
 
            Calibrated in seconds.  The hand is now crossing 5.
 
    283     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            In the silence, Carter looks up from the stop watch in
            hand to check with the big radar screen.  Moving across
            the OVERLAY MAP OF THE HEART is a blip, indicating the
            sub's passage.
 
    284     OUT
 
    285     EXT. PROTEUS - IN RIGHT VENTRICLE
 
            Racing through a subterranean channel partially illumi-
            nated by the headbeams:  a forest of tendrils, connect-
            ing huge roots which are the chordae tendineae extending
            into the walls.  The color of the stream is predomina-
            tely blue, and the overall effect is that of a weird
            wonderland.  As the sub surges ahead at top speed:
 
    286     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Everyone stands rooted.
 
    287     INT. CONTROL TOWER - HEART MAP OVERLAY ON RADAR SCREEN
 
            The blip has crossed more than half the distance.
            Carter and Reid look on, tense.  The Proteus moves
            further down the Ventricle.  Carter glances at his
            stop watch.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Twenty-four seconds left...
                     including the three to revive
                     him.
 
    288     OUT
 
    289     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Michaels is anxiously scanning the way ahead for signs
            of an opening.  There is none.
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from above)
                     Nineteen seconds, Doctor.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     The Semi-Lunar Valve should be on
                     our left any time now.
 
    290     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are tensely watching the Heart Map
            Overlay, as the time runs out and the sub is nearing
            the end.  Carter looks at the stop watch.  It now
            shows only fifteen seconds to go, which means they
            must be out in twelve.
 
    291     OUT
 
    292     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            The Heart Specialist is watching the blip nearing the
            end of the Radar Screen, with time running out.  The
            Heart Technician standing before the Cardio-Verter
            stands immobile, looking at the needle which is at Zero
            Amperes.
 
    293-    OUT
    294
 
    295     EXT. PROTEUS - IN RIGHT VENTRICLE
 
            Racing at top speed through the immobile forest of
            tendrils.
 
    296     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Suddenly, off to the side, Grant sees a small opening,
            half-moon in shape.
 
                                    GRANT
                     There it is!
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Fasten yourselves in.  There should
                     be a tremendous surge when the Heart
                     starts up again.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     If it does...
 
            Grant throws him a look as they quickly start to get
            into their harnesses.
 
    297     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Steering for the opening, Owens glances at the Second
            Recorder on the panel.
 
                                    OWENS
                     Eight seconds left --
 
    298     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            On edge, Reid and Carter are watching the blip on the
            OVERLAY MAP OF THE HEART on the Radarscope.  If the
            sub makes it, it will be exactly in 57 seconds.  There
            are now only six seconds left.
 
    299     OUT
 
    300     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            All are focusing on the Radarscope.  Five seconds left.
 
                                    HEART SPECIALIST
                     Stand by.
 
            The Technician at the Cardio-Verter is set to press the
            red button.
 
    301     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter and Reid hold their breath as they see:
 
    302     STOP WATCH
 
            It now reads 56.

    303     OUT

    304     OVERLAY MAP OF THE HEART
 
            As the blip approaches the Semi-Lunar Valves, a warning
            buzzer SOUNDS.
 
    305     INT. OPERATING ROOM - RED BUTTON OF CARDIO-VERTER
 
            A finger presses it.
 
    306     PULSE RATE NEEDLE ON CARDIO-VERTER
 
            It swings over, recording the first shock.
 
    307     CARDIOSCOPE SCREEN
 
            The cathode tube registers nothing.
 
    308     HEART SPECIALIST AT CARDIO-VERTER
 
            Concerned, he never takes his eyes off the Cardio-
            scope Screen.  He increases the pulse rate.
 
    309     OUT
 
    310     CARDIOSCOPE SCREEN
 
            It still records nothing.  The Heart Technicians and the
            Surgical Team exchange tense looks.  Again the Heart
            Specialist increases the pulse rate.
 
    311-    OUT
    312
 
    313     PULSE RATE NEEDLE ON CARDIO-VERTER
 
            As it swings over, recording a higher and higher output.
 
    314     EXT. PROTEUS - IN RIGHT VENTRICLE
 
            Bathed in weird St. Elmo's fire as it keeps racing
            toward:
 
    315     SEMI-LUNAR VALVE
 
            which suddenly dilates into a huge opening.  And with it
            comes an immense surge of the stream from behind, and the
            first boom of the Heart.
 
    316     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            It is swept through the Semi-Lunar Valve and into:
 
    317     ORIFICE OF PULMONARY ARTERY - SHOOTING TOWARD SEMI-LUNAR
            VALVE
 
            Out of which the Proteus is thrust on a great tidal wave
            of the bluish stream.
 
    318     INT. OPERATING ROOM - CARDIOSCOPE
 
            The electronic pattern is on full -- a leap of life.
            The Heart Specialist and the others react with relief
            as now the EKG and the other instruments begin record-
            ing Benes' return from the dead.
 
    319     OUT
 
    320     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are at the window overlooking the
            OPERATING ROOM.
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus in Quadrant 161 Level E...
 
            They leave the window and walk over to the one where
            they can view the MAIN OPS ROOM.  They see the Grid
            Officer is moving the tiny sub into the wide channel
            leading to the Lungs.
 
                                    CARTER
                     They're in the Pulmonary Artery.
 
                                    REID
                     They'll make up some time, once
                     they get through that and reach
                     the Pleural Cavity.
                            (to Technician)
                     Respiration Post...
 
            On the monitor next to Reid, a Technician flashes on the
            INTERIOR OF THE RESPIRATION POST.  The calibrated charts
            marked INHALATION and EXHALATION indicate the return to
            breathing.
 
                                    REID
                     What's his rate, Jack?
 
                                    LUNG SPECIALIST
                            (over TV)
                     Back to six per minute.
 
            Reid reaches out, knocks a cup of coffee off the Central
            Control Section, spilling it on his trousers.
 
                                    REID
                     Damn.  And I just had them cleaned.
 
    321-    OUT
    322
 
    323     EXT. PROTEUS - IN PULMONARY ARTERY
 
            It is now flowing down to its normal speed.  Through the
            smooth endothelial walls, we see the outlines of what
            appears to be a maze of mammoth conduits arching above
            and beneath the channel through which the sub is pro-
            ceeding.  Smaller conduits divide and subdivide from
            the circular immensity, to be lost in the distance.  The
            effect is that of a multi-level series of Over and
            Underpasses.
 
    324     INT. PROTEUS
 
            All are out of their harnesses.  Grant, Duval and Cora
            are at the bow windows, looking out.  Michaels is at
            the console, plotting their position on a detailed Map
            of the Lungs.
 
                                    GRANT
                     I'd hate to get lost on that
                     Freeway...
 
                                    DUVAL
                     They all lead to the same place --
                     the Lungs.
 
    325     INT. BUBBLE
 
            In the light of the headbeams, Owens can see the Walls
            becoming increasingly narrow and more transparent.  He
            glances at his Repeater, sees the Lung Chart reflected,
            with the co-ordinates pinpointing their position.
 
                                    OWENS
                     Doctor -- the channel's getting
                     awful narrow.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     We're entering a Capillary.  Remain
                     in the middle.
 
                                    OWENS
                            (fascinated)
                     The Wall's transparent...
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     It's less than one ten-thousandth
                     of an inch thick.  And porous.
 
    326     INT. PROTEUS - AT WINDOW
 
            Grant reacts as he sees a peculiar phenomenon:  the big
            bluish corpuscles which stream past the submarine are
            turning bright red the instant they impinge against the
            Capillary Wall.  They keep moving on, in a constant
            flow, taking on their new color during:
 
                                    GRANT
                            (amazed)
                     Look at that...they're changing
                     color...
 
                                    CORA
                            (thrilled)
                     Doctor -- is it possible?  That
                     we're seeing it happen before our
                     eyes?
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (quietly)
                     Yes, Cora... We're the very first
                     to see the living process.
 
            They both look out, too deeply moved to speak.  After
            a moment:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Mind letting me in on what's going
                     on out there?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     A simple exchange, Mr. Grant.
                     Corpuscles releasing carbon dioxide
                     -- the moment they touch the Wall
                     of the Lung -- in return for oxygen
                     coming through from the other side.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Don't tell me they're refueling...
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (almost in a reverie)
                     Oxygenation...
 
            Cora turns to look at him, feeling close in this shared
            moment.  Grant, too, is moved by Duval's manner.
            Michaels glances up from the Lung Map.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (still gazing out)
                     We've known it exists -- even
                     though we never saw it...like the
                     structure of the Atom... But to
                     actually behold one of the
                     miracles of the Universe -- the
                     engineering of the Cycle of a
                     Breath...
 
            He is too moved to continue.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (into the silence)
                     Nothing miraculous about it.
                     Just an interchange of gases.
                     The end product of five hundred
                     million years of Evolution.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     You can't believe all that's
                     accidental?  That there isn't a
                     Creative Intelligence at work --
 
            Before Michaels can answer, they hear a warning buzzer
            SOUND in the Bubble above.
 
    327     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The buzzer is going while a red light is flashing on
            the panel.  Owens looks startled at:
 
    328     PRESSURE GAUGE ON PANEL
 
            The indicator is dropping rapidly toward a red horizon-
            tal line delineating the danger level.  Owens flicks
            the button off and on rapidly, as if testing the mechan-
            ism, but the indicator keeps dropping.  He shuts off
            the buzzer.
 
                                    OWENS
                            (imperatively)
                     Grant.
 
    329     INT. PROTEUS
 
            All look up toward the Bubble, at the urgency of his
            tone.  Grant moves from the bow toward the console
            during:
 
                                    GRANT
                     What is it, Skipper?
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     We're losing pressure in the
                     Flotation Tanks.  Check the Manual,
                     right over there.
 
            Grant can see him pointing to the Manual Control
            Section at the rear of the kiosk.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Right.
 
            He moves quickly to:
 
    330     MANUAL CONTROL SECTION
 
            Over a series of controls are numerous gauges.  The
            indicators marked TANK RT and TANK LT show the left
            tank is rapidly losing pressure.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (up at Bubble)
                     The left tank's losing pressure.
 
    331     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens presses a button and swivels around.  With him
            we see:
 
    332     P.O.V. - EXT. STERN OF PROTEUS
 
            A stream of large air bubbles is pouring out behind
            them.
 
    333     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Startled, Owens presses the button which swivels him
            back.
 
                                    OWENS
                     Grant!  Get up here, quick!
 
            He starts getting out of his harness.
 
    334     INT. PROTEUS
 
            As Grant moves toward the Bubble, he passes Duval and
            Cora, who are now looking toward the stern.
 
                                    CORA
                            (with apprehension)
                     Air bubbles!... Doctor --
 
                                    DUVAL
                     No danger of an embolism.  At our
                     reduced scale, they're much too
                     minute to prove fatal to Benes.
 
    335     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As Grant appears, Owens is slipping out of his harness.
 
                                    OWENS
                     There's a short in the valve.
                     Take over.
                            (of controls)
                     Steers like an airplane.
 
            Grant nods as he gets into the seat.  Owens starts
            quickly down the kiosk, leaving Grant at the controls.
 
    336     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Cora and Duval, at the window, watch anxiously as Owens
            moves to the Manual Control Panel.  Michaels remains at
            the console, also deeply concerned.  Owens opens the
            Circuit Panel, revealing a maze of wires and circuit
            breakers.  Only someone with an intimate knowledge of
            the sub could possibly find the right one.  Owens does
            quickly.  He trips a switch, shuts the panel.  He
            turns, sees their anxious looks.
 
                                    OWENS
                     Well, that takes care of the valve.
                     It was probably caused by that elec-
                     tric shock.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (to Owens)
                     Was there any damage?
 
                                    OWENS
                     Not to the valve.  But we've lost
                     too much air to make it the rest of
                     the way.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     What do you propose we do, Captain?
 
                                    OWENS
                     Nothing we can do.  We must have
                     full tanks to continue.
 
            He starts up toward the Bubble, leaving the three
            staring at each other in consternation.
 
    337-    OUT
    338
 
    339     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As Grant slips out of the seat and Owens resumes at the
            controls:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Any reserve air?
 
                                    OWENS
                     Enough to breathe, but that's all.
 
            Grant starts down.
 
    340     INT. PROTEUS
 
            He steps into the cabin in time to hear:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (ironically)
                     Just a few cells away from a vast
                     air chamber -- one of the countless
                     Alvioli of the Lung -- and we can't
                     get enough to fill a microscopic
                     tank.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Maybe we can...
                            (as they look at
                            him in bewilder-
                            ment)
                     Skipper, is there a snorkel on this
                     sub?
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     Yes, there is.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to Michaels and
                            Duval)
                     Could I run a tube through that
                     Wall, without harming Benes?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     At this size, I would certainly
                     think so.
 
                                    GRANT
                     If those Corpuscles can take on
                     air, no reason why we can't.
                            (to Duval)
                     All we have to do is hook up the
                     snorkel to that air chamber you
                     were talking about, and when Benes
                     inhales, there should be plenty of
                     pressure to force the oxygen into
                     the tank.
                            (up at Owens)
                     How's that sound to you, Skipper?
 
    341     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As Owens considers the possibility:
 
                                    OWENS
                     It's a dangerous procedure.  If I
                     miss the timing, we could explode
                     the tanks... But I'm willing to try
                     it.
 
    342     INT. PROTEUS
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes, by all means.  We must try
                     it.
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     It'll be safer if everybody leaves
                     the sub.
 
            Grant moves to the aft compartment, opens the door,
            goes into:
 
    343     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            As he moves to compartment containing the Underwater
            Gear, he is jolted by something he sees o.s.
 
    344     LASER OVER WORKING COUNTER
 
            It is swinging loose on one hook, its plastic cover off.
 
    345     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Grant takes a step toward it, stops.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Cora!
 
            After a moment, she appears.  She follows his look
            toward the laser, reacts aghast.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Looks like you didn't batten it
                     down too well.
 
                                    CORA
                     But I did.  I'm positive!
 
            Duval and Michaels appear in the doorway in time to
            hear:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Then how come it worked loose?
 
                                    CORA
                     I have no idea.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Cora, is something wrong with the
                     laser?
 
                                    CORA
                            (distraught)
                     I don't know yet, Doctor.  And I
                     won't know until I test it.
 
                                    GRANT
                     That'll have to wait until after
                     we're refueled.
 
            As he takes out the Underwater Gear and passes it to
            the three:
 
                                    CORA
                            (righting laser)
                     I can't imagine how it possibly
                     could have come loose.  I
                     distinctly recall fastening it
                     with all four bolts --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     It must have been jarred loose
                     during the whirlpool.
 
            Grant and Michaels exchange looks, as if neither are
            satisfied with the explanation.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (of gear)
                     Well, let's get into these as
                     quickly as possible.
 
            He leads the way out.  Michaels and Duval follow.  Left
            alone, Cora starts to unzip her jumper, revealing she
            is wearing her swim suit beneath.  Her eyes remain on
            the laser, now her prime source of anxiety...
 
  A-345     INT. MAIN OPS ROOM
 
            Starting on the grid map, we see the sub in the channel
            of the Pulmonary Artery.  CAMERA then TILTS DOWN to the
            Radarscope, where the blip is blinking on and off in one
            place, without moving.
 
    346     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            On the monitor at the Map Table, we see the INTERIOR
            OF THE TRACKING POST, where the same blip is in the
            identical stationary position on the Radarscreen.  PULL
            BACK to include Reid staring at the blip on the monitor.
            Carter is pacing on the other side of the table.
 
                                    REID
                     They've stopped -- on the outer
                     limits of the Right Lung...
 
            Carter looks at the Minute Recorder.  It reads 42.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Another delay... With only forty-
                     two minutes left.
 
                                    REID
                     It'll be close -- but there's
                     still a margin of safety.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Let's find what the devil's holding
                     them up!
                            (to Wireless
                            Technician)
                     Contact the Proteus!
 
            As the message is heard being tapped out:
 
                                    REID
                            (glancing at
                            Monitors; none
                            are on)
                     It must be some kind of mechanical
                     difficulty.
 
            The tapping stops.  As they wait for an answer, Carter
            pours a stream of sugar into his coffee.
 
                                    REID
                     I told you to cut down on the
                     sugar.
 
                                    CARTER
                     I can't help it.  I'm just weak,
                     I guess.
 
    347-    OUT
    349
 
    350     INT. PROTEUS - AT DOOR OF ESCAPE HATCH
 
            All have stepped out of their jumpers and are now
            revealed in their swim suits except Owens, who remains
            in the Bubble.  The suits are form-fitting, antiseptic-
            looking, with a Breather Pack strapped to the back.
            Duval is tightening Cora's pack.  Grant is checking
            Michaels' pack.  The latter looks in rear at the small
            hatch, visible through the open door.  The wireless
            starts tapping again.
 
                                    CORA
                            (of tapping wireless)
                     Shouldn't you answer that?
 
                                    GRANT
                            (putting on swim
                            mask)
                     Not now.  We need air, not greetings!
 
            He motions Michaels to precede him into the hatch.
            Face reflecting his irrational fear, Michaels puts his
            swim mask over his fear.  But he freezes at the door,
            unable to step into the small hatch.  Grant and Duval
            exchange looks.
 
                                    GRANT
                    Let's go, Doctor.
 
            Michaels forces himself into the Escape Hatch.  Grant
            follows, closing the door.
 
    351     INT. ESCAPE HATCH
 
            There is only space for the two.  Michaels cowers
            against the wall, palms pressed against the metal,
            fighting against another seizure of his phobia.  Grant
            opens a valve.  Liquid starts pouring into the hatch
            from several ports.  When it is up to their chins,
            Grant bends down to unlock the ventral hatch.
 
    352     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant drops out of the hatch.  Michaels follows.  Grant
            then closes the hatch.  With Grant in the lead, they
            swim toward:
 
    353     EXT. TOP OF PROTEUS
 
            Grant reaches the snorkel, looks toward Bubble.
 
    354     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Where Owens has now swiveled so that he faces the stern.
            Owens sees Grant signal to proceed.  Owens presses
            button on SNORKEL RELEASE.
 
    355     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            The snorkel starts rising.  When the tube is a few feet
            above the sub, Grant takes the bobbing end, holds it
            under one arm, and starts swimming with his free arm
            toward the Capillary Wall on the left.
 
    356     EXT. SIDE OF PROTEUS
 
            As Grant swims by with the end of the unreeling tube,
            Michaels joins him.  Then Duval and Cora, who are now
            coming out of the ventral hatch.  All swim to the
            nearby Capillary Wall.  (NOTE:  During the following,
            their action is complicated by the big Corpuscles
            flowing by in a steady stream, taking on oxygen and
            bumping into them.)  They reach:
 
    357     EXT. ALVEOLAR CREVICE
 
            It shimmers with the liquid that seems to cover it like
            a door of reflecting glass.  The opening is just large
            enough for all to look within.  They see:
 
    358     INT. ALVEOLUS
 
            A vast conical volcano, the upper part lost to view.
            Numerous outcroppings of immense crags are visible on
            all sides.
 
                                    GRANT
                     It's full of rocks!
 
            (NOTE:  During all Swimming Sequences, we will hear the
            Speaker's Voice only via the AUDIO PICKUP within the
            swimming mask of the one who responds vocally.)
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     In a way - yes.  Those are impurities
                     imbedded in the Lung after a lifetime
                     of 'Civilization.'  Carbon from smoke
                     and smog -- specks of dust --
 
                                    GRANT
                     Well, we better get on with it.
 
            He starts shoving the front of the snorkel through
            the vertical liquid entrance.  To his startled surprise,
            it immediately comes flying out with great force.
            Michaels and Duval grab it in time to prevent the
            snorkel from snaking off down the stream.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Careful!  There's a tremendous air
                     pressure in there -- in relation to
                     our size!
 
            Grant grabs hold of the front part again.
 
                                    GRANT
                     I'll try to hold it from the other
                     side of the wall, while you push
                     from out here.  Maybe that'll do it.
 
                                    CORA
                     You can't -- it's too dangerous --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes -- with all that pressure,
                     and suction within --
 
                                    GRANT
                     There's no other way.  Tie my safety
                     line to the sub.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Here, let me have it.
 
            Grant takes out his safety line, hooks it onto his
            suit.  Duval starts swimming with the other end back
            to the Proteus.
 
    359     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is eyeing the pressure gauges anxiously.  He
            reacts as he sees:
 
    360     EXT. PROTEUS - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            With Owens we see Duval is nearing the sub, the safety
            line strung out behind him.
 
    361     EXT. PROTEUS - AT VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Duval hooks Grant's safety line onto a ring for the
            purpose, signals:
 
    362     EXT. ALVEOLUS CREVICE
 
            Grant acknowledges signal.  The Alveolar Wall can be
            seen dilating slightly.
 
                                    GRANT
                     All right now -- push the snorkel
                     through as soon as I get inside.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (eyes on Wall)
                     Walt for the lull -- between the
                     time he inhales and exhales.
 
            As the dilating stops:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Now!
 
            Grant pushes quickly through the shimmering entrance.
 
    363     INT. ALVEOLUS
 
            He has literally transposed himself into another
            element:  air.  There is no turbulence, no sound.
            Instantly he props his feet against both sides of the
            entrance.  The snorkel is shoved through.  As he
            grabs it and holds, a breath is heard starting.  Only
            Grant can hear the ensuing sound.
 
    364     CAPILLARY SIDE OF ALVEOLUS
 
            Duval now joins Michaels and Cora.  They hold against
            the increasing pressure from within.  Grant can be
            seen straining on the other side against the enormous
            wind pressure.
 
    365     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens' finger is on the button of the MASTER PRESSURE
            GAUGE, waiting.  The indicator is quickly swinging
            toward FULL.
 
    366     INT. ALVEOLUS
 
            The wind is rising to gale force.  Grant is holding on
            with all his strength to the end of the snorkel.  The
            others can be seen pushing from their side, to keep the
            tube from flying out.
 
    367     MASTER PRESSURE GAUGE
 
            As the indicator hits the FULL position:
 
    368     AIR TANK CONTROL BUTTON
 
            Owens' finger presses down while:
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Full!
 
    369     INT. ALVEOLUS
 
            In response, Grant lets go of the snorkel, which is
            instantly whipped out.  Buffeted by the howling wind,
            he now tries to get out.  But the hurricane causes
            Grant to lose his balance.  He falls, slammed against
            the outcroppings by the force of the wind.  Finally
            the lull comes.  Instantly, Grant starts climbing back,
            hand over hand, using the rope as one would in scaling
            a mountain.  The crevice is still far up ahead when
            suddenly a new breath starts in the upward direction.
            Grant is caught in the tremendous suction of the
            exhalation and is pulled toward the interior of the
            Lung.
 
    370     SAFETY CLASP ON SUB RING
 
            The Safety Clasp breaks off at the end of the nylon.
 
    371     EXT. ALVEOLUS CREVICE
 
            Michaels, Duval and Cora react as the line snakes past
            them through the crevice.
 
                                    CORA
                            (horrified)
                     He's gone!
 
    372     INT. ALVEOLUS
 
            The suction sends Grant flying upward, past the crevice,
            with the safety line trailing after him.  The wind
            whips him toward a fantastic height.  Finally he hits:
 
    373     COLUMNAR CILIA
 
            Long stalks, with a waving motion that makes it
            resemble a vast field of wheat.  Grant is seen flying
            through it, until he is lost from view.  Then as the
            wind subsides:
 
    374     EXT. ALVEOLUS CREVICE
 
            The three are waiting, tense.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (to Michaels)
                     What can we do?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Nothing -- against all that force.
 
                                    CORA
                     But we just can't leave him in
                     there!  What'll happen to him?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     We'll know -- in the next breath...
 
            They react as they see the Alveolar Wall starting to
            dilate again, signaling the advent of another breath.
 
    375     INT. ALVEOLUS - SHOOTING UP
 
            The wind starts howling.  And then Grant is seen at a
            vast height, plummeting down.  Part of the way he hits
            a spongy area, bounces, is caught up again by the
            blasting wind, hits another spongy section, with a big
            outcropping of "rock."
 
    376     EXT. OUTCROPPING
 
            Fighting the gale, he manages to snake his safety line
            around the big rock.  As he hangs on, he sees:
 
    377     P.O.V. - PRINCIPALS AND SUB - THROUGH CREVICE
 
            Not too far above, with rocks between.
 
    378     GRANT
 
            He waits it out until the howling tornado subsides.
            Then in the lull, he releases himself quickly and
            clambers toward the opening.  He thrusts himself
            through the crevice, just as another breath begins.
 
    379     EXT. ALVEOLUS CREVICE
 
            The others grab him, pull him through all the way
            before he can be sucked back.
 
    380     EXT. CAPILLARY WALL - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is relieved to see the four start swimming back
            to the sub.
 
    381     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter is pacing in the heavy silence.  Reid is watch-
            ing the monitors.  Carter glances at the Minute Recorder.
            It flashes to 37.  Suddenly the tapping starts.  Tense,
            they wait for the message.  It is brief.  As the Wireless
            Operator tears it off the pad, Carter takes it.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (reading)
                     'Proteus reports putting in to
                     refuel air.  Proceeding through
                     the Pleural Cavity.'
                            (suddenly realizing)
                     Refuel air?
 
            As Reid starts to remove the OVERLAY MAP OF THE HEART
            from the Radarscope:
 
                                    REID
                     Why not?  They had a choice of
                     over a billion Alveoli...
 
    382     LONG SHOT - PROTEUS IN PLEURAL CAVITY
 
            The lone voyager is proceeding in a calm sea.  Its
            headbeams reflect a yellowish cast, which becomes
            increasingly warm and sunny during the scene.
 
    383     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens glances at the Repeater.  The co-ordinates show
            the sub is traveling toward the apex of the Pleura, to
            the north, which is bounded by an undefined area simply
            marked "Lymphatic."  A sense of absolute serenity seems
            to pervade.  Abruptly:
 
    384     SMASHED LASER TRANSISTOR
 
            as it is placed on the edge of an array of disassembled
            parts.
 
    385     INT. LAB SECTION - WORKBENCH
 
            Cora is putting the tiny transistor down.  Then, with a
            tweezers, she takes out the last part:  a hair-like
            strand of wire.  To Duval, who is beside her:
 
                                    CORA
                     And a broken trigger-wire...
 
    386     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Grant and Michaels are standing at the doorway, reacting
            to:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (fingering the parts)
                     A smashed transistor.  No way to
                     fire the lamp... Well, that's the
                     end of the laser.
 
            Grant and Michaels exchange looks.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to Cora)
                     You must carry spare parts --
 
                                    CORA
                     Not anything built into the chassis.
                            (with guilt)
                     If it hadn't come loose --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     That's beside the point now.
                            (to Duval)
                     I don't see the sense of going on.
 
                                    CORA
                     We must!
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     With no laser --
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to Duval)
                     Isn't there another surgical proce-
                     dure you can try?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     No, there's no other way.
 
            Before Michaels can answer, Grant squeezes into the
            compartment, picks up the broken transistor.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to Cora)
                     If you had a transistor about this
                     size and power output, and a thin
                     enough wire --
                            (of laser)
                     -- could you piece it together?
 
                                    CORA
                     No, it requires such absolute
                     precision --
 
                                    GRANT
                     A surgeon might...
 
                                    CORA
                     Oh yes, I'm sure Dr. Duval could.
                     If we had the parts.
 
                                    GRANT
                     I've got a source.  All I have to
                     do is tap it.
 
            At their blank looks, he turns and moves into:
 
    387     INT. PROTEUS
 
            As he goes to the wireless and begins to unscrew the
            panel, Michaels suddenly realizes:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Grant -- wait a minute -- you're
                     not going to dismantle the wireless?
 
                                    GRANT
                     Just one little transistor and a
                     circuit wire is all it takes.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     But that'll knock out our communi-
                     cations!  We'll be cutting ourselves
                     off from the outside.
 
                                    GRANT
                     They'll still be able to track us
                     by radar, because of the radio-
                     active fuel.
 
            He moves to the panel, revealing a maze of electronic
            parts.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Well, sir?  Which is it?  The wire-
                     less, or Benes' life?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (finally)
                     Send the following message...
 
  A-387     OUT
 
    388     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            A LUNG OVERLAY MAP is now on the Radarscope.  Reid and
            Carter see the Grid Officer is moving the replica of the
            Proteus into the next quadrant of the Pleural Cavity.
 
            An incoming message is heard.  The Wireless Operator
            takes down the message.  As the tapping stops:
 
                                    CARTER
                            (reading)
                     'Cannibalizing wireless to repair
                     laser.  This is last message.'
 
            Reid and Carter exchange grim looks.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Incommunicado... Now they're really
                     on their own.
 
            Reid moves to the window overlooking the OPERATING ROOM.
            As he looks down on Benes and the little Tracking Devices
            weaving back and forth across his chest:
 
                                    REID
                            (quietly)
                     We can still track them -- but that's
                     all we can do.
 
            Carter joins him.  As they both look down:
 
                                    CARTER
                     Something told me I got into the
                     wrong end of the business.
                            (answering look)
                     Inner Space...
 
    389     OUT
 
    390     TINY TRANSISTOR AND STRAND OF WIRE
 
            In the palm of Grant's hand.  Cora's fingers delicately
            pick up both.
 
                                    CORA'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     The transistor will do.  But the
                     wire's much too thick.
 
    391     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Duval is picking up the original wire with the tweezers
            and placing it on a contrasting surface during:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Nothing closer.
 
            As Cora turns to the workbench:
 
                                    DUVAL
                     I may be able to scrape it thin
                     enough.  Cora, get me a number
                     eleven scalpel.
 
            She puts the transistor and wire down on the workbench
            and moves to open a medical kit.  Duval takes the wire
            and places it between two small clamps on the workbench.
            Cora extracts a scalpel, gives it to him.  Duval swings
            a magnifying glass over the strand as Cora trains a
            light on the wire.  Duval bends over.  Peering through
            the magnifying glass, he slowly begins to scrape the
            strand with the scalpel.
 
    392     GRANT AND MICHAELS
 
            They exchange looks.  Then Grant turns away.
 
    393     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant leads the way to the bow.  As they look out:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Looks like the sea, at dawn.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     We're safe -- long as it remains
                     that color...
                            (answering look)
                     We're in the Pleural Sac.
                            (indicating arched
                            dome far above)
                     It keeps the Lungs from rubbing
                     against the Wall of the Chest up
                     there.  When those membranes become
                     inflamed, we wind up with Pleurisy
                     -- and a wracking cough.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Cough?  If he can kick up a storm
                     by just breathing --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     His Pleura's in fine condition.  It
                     should be clear sailing through this
                     area.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Let's hope... So far, somebody's
                     tried to sabotage this mission twice.
 
            He glances back in the direction of Duval.  Both drop
            their voices so that Duval and Cora can't hear:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (startled)
                     Sabotage?  I don't understand...
 
                                    GRANT
                     I saw the laser just before we
                     started.  It was fastened down
                     securely.  You don't suppose what
                     happened was an 'accident?'  Any
                     more than my safety line snapping
                     after it was tied off to the sub?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     You have no right to blame Duval --
 
                                    GRANT
                     That line was tampered with...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (agitated)
                     I -- I don't know what to say.  I
                     know he's under a cloud, but there's
                     not a more dedicated man in the
                     entire medical profession.
 
                                    GRANT
                     You still never know what's going on
                     in anyone's mind...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (with finality)
                     I can't believe it.  Whatever
                     happened was an accident.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Two in a row?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     It's possible --
 
            Grant looks at the Minute Recorder.  It now reads 32.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Thirty-two minutes left...
                            (back to Michaels)
                     But chances are we won't have to
                     wait that long for try number
                     three.
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from above)
                     Look at those Walls up ahead!
 
            Grant and Michaels look out through the bow.  Grant
            reacts amazed as he sees:
 
    394     ENTRANCE OF LYMPHATIC DUCT - P.O.V. BOW
 
            A huge tube-like structure looms up.  The Walls are
            transparent, composed of a single layer of squamous
            cells with round nuclei.  Since the color of the stream
            is now predominately yellow, the globs create the
            impression of innumerable:
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Poached eggs?!
 
    395     INT. BOW
 
            As Michaels moves to the console:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (with smile)
                     We're entering the Lymphatic
                     System.  Those are nuclei of
                     cells, lining a Duct.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (puzzled)
                     I always had an idea there was only
                     one System.  The Circulatory.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     The Lymphatic System drains off
                     excess fluid from the Tissues.
                     Without it, we'd all swell up like
                     balloons.
 
            He reaches the console, begins to take out a new chart.
 
    396     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The new chart suddenly becomes visible on the Repeater
            as it is spread out below.  Owens reacts to the labyrinth.
 
                                    OWENS
                     Looks like quite a Navigation
                     problem...
 
            The co-ordinates are seen being moved to indicate the
            sub is passing through a Lymphatic Duct on its way to
            the first Node, which is followed by a series of others,
            strung out like sausage links.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     Only until we get through the Nodes
                     -- the Lymphatic Glands.  Follow
                     your present compass heading.
 
    397     EXT. PROTEUS - LYMPHATIC DUCT
 
            As it courses easily through the sunny stream, to
            suddenly emerge into:
 
    398     EXT. LYMPHATIC NODE
 
            A startlingly different world.  The headbeams reveal
            what appears to be an underwater marshland:  a tangle
            of reticular fibers which wave with the gentle cross
            currents seeping through the mesh.  Weird bacterial
            forms drift by, moving in groups like raiding parties.
            The yellowish light of the Lymphatic Stream still
            filters through.
 
    399     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is forced to slow down as he carefully begins to
            thread his way through the tangle, trying not to brush
            against the tendrils.  But for all of Owens' care, the
            nose of the sub breaks some fibers as it nudges through
            the increasingly narrow spaces of the brambly mesh.
 
    400     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant reacts as he sees the broken fibers drift against
            the bow windows, and then become momentarily entangled
            around them.  When the tendrils clear the windows, he
            looks back to the stern.
 
    401     FLOATING TENDRILS - P.O.V. GRANT
 
            They are floating aft.  Some adhere to the propulsion
            section, trailing out so that Grant can see them.
 
    402     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant reacts, looks back and up toward Bubble.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Skipper, you're picking up seaweed
                     -- or whatever it is.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (reassuringly; at
                            chart)
                     Reticular fibers.  We ought to be
                     clear of them soon.
 
    403     EXT. LYMPHATIC NODE - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            With Owens, we see the way ahead is more tangly.  As
            he keeps slowing down to get through safely:
 
                                    OWENS
                            (anxiously)
                     I hope so, Doctor.  If that stuff
                     clogs the vents, the engine'll
                     overheat --
 
            He breaks off as a big clump of fibers is torn loose,
            for all his skillful steering.
 
    404     EXT. UNDERSIDE OF SUB
 
            The mass of tendrils drifts down the length of the
            underside.  Part of the clump adheres to the ventral
            hatch, another section twines around the exhaust:  In
            so doing, it snags on the brambles beneath.
 
    405     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Scalpel poised over the wire, Duval reacts as the
            Proteus momentarily jars while it pulls loose.  He
            exchanges looks with Cora, who is holding the lamp.
 
    406     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant glances back toward the open door of the aft
            compartment, realizing the danger of trying to repair
            the laser now.  He looks at Michaels, who is bent over
            the chart.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Doctor --
 
            He is interrupted by a loud WHAM against the bow windows.
            Startled, both look off, see:
 
    407     EXT. LYMPHATIC NODE - BEGINNING OF BATTLE BETWEEN
            BACTERIA AND ANTIBODIES - P.O.V. PRINCIPALS
 
            Flashing reflected light from the headbeams, elongated
            crystalline structures with rod-like projections which
            make linkage possible, are whipping against the bow
            windows where they have trapped a mass of ferocious-
            looking large Bacteria.  The smaller crystalline Anti-
            bodies are rapidly coupling with others that speed in
            to join the fray.  The Bacteria fight back with their
            flagella, in a death struggle.
 
    408     VIEW OF BATTLE FROM INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens ducks involuntarily as the linking Antibodies and
            the Bacteria slam against the Bubble in such numbers and
            sizes as to make the way ahead virtually invisible.  As
            a result, the sub tears through a clump of fibers like
            a scythe.
 
    409     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval appears in the doorway.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     What's causing all that -- ?
 
            He breaks off as he sees the Antibodies and Bacteria
            whipping against the windows.  Cora appears behind him,
            gasps at the sight of the monsters locked in battle.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Looks like somebody declared war.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Just what it is.  Antibodies,
                     destroying Bacteria -- or any
                     other foreign invader that
                     threatens the System.
 
    410     BIG CLOSEUP - ONE ANTIBODY AND BACTERIUM
 
            As both slam and hold against the bow windows in a
            life-and-death struggle.  An amazing phenomenon is
            taking form:  Antibodies are hooking up at the rods
            to completely encase the Bacterium -- and the geometric
            forms fit the antagonist perfectly.
 
                                    CORA'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Look -- it's taking its exact shape!
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Like hand-in-glove.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Much closer.  Like two atoms.
 
            Now the crystalline geometric links start pressing
            together with inexorable force.  The Bacterium fights
            back with its flagella.  Then suddenly it goes limp.
            As the destroyed Bacterium drifts off, another mass
            of virulent monsters smashes into the windows and are
            instantly embattled with a swarm of Antibodies that
            come linking up.  Now the SOUND of the battle can be
            heard along the entire length of the sub.  Meanwhile,
            the sub is jarred hard, as it breaks through another
            clump of entangling fibers.  The sound and sight of the
            mortal battle increases in intensity, as does the
            forced passage during:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (with glance at
                            Minute Recorder)
                     We'll never get there in time, at
                     this rate.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to M1chaels)
                     Isn't there another route?  So we
                     can by-pass all this?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Yes...
                            (to Michaels)
                     We can transfer over to the Inner
                     Ear, and go by way of the Endo-
                     lymphatic Duct.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (to Michaels)
                     Then why not take it?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     It's infinitely more hazardous than
                     going this way.  Once we enter the
                     Inner Ear, any sound in the Operating
                     Room will be disastrous.  At our
                     reduced size, the vibrations inside
                     the Ear would have a shattering effect.
 
            Another jar of the sub, and more smashing against the
            hull and bow windows, as the battle of the Antibodies
            and Bacteria reaches a climax.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (over sound)
                     They're tracking us Topside.  Once
                     they see where we're going, I'm sure
                     they'll take every precaution.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Let's hope they realize the danger.
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Captain, I'll give you a new compass
                     heading.
 
    411     BENES' SHAVED HEAD
 
            With the radial lines in the f.g.  Beyond, the Tracking
            Devices are now weaving back and forth in the area of
            the Neck.
 
  A-411     INT. MAIN OPS ROOM
 
            CAMERA on the TRACKING POST, PICKING UP the Four
            Technicians before their Radarscreens.  CAMERA then
            TILTS UP to the big grid map.  We see the Grid Officer
            above, positioning the replica of the Proteus in the
            Inner Ear.
 
    412     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are looking down at the OPERATING ROOM.
            They turn as the Communications Aide announces:
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus turning in Quadrant 73.
 
            Reid and Carter move to window overlooking the MAIN OPS
            ROOM.  They exchange relieved looks as the Grid Officer
            moves the sub to the lateral quadrant, in the Neck.
 
                                    REID
                            (with relief)
                     At last they're heading for the
                     Inner Ear...
 
            Carter glances at the Minute Recorder.  It flashes 27.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (biting into unlit
                            cigar)
                     About time they realized they'd never
                     make it the other way.
 
            Reid moves to the Control Section, presses button.
 
    413     OUT
 
    414     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            The Surgical Team and the Technicians exchange looks as
            they hear:
 
                                    REID'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     The Proteus is about to enter the
                     Inner Ear... You are not to walk,
                     talk, or make a sound of any kind.
                            (strongly)
                     Absolute silence must be maintained
                     until they are out of the danger
                     area...
 
            As all remain frozen in their positions:
 
  A-414     TRACKING DEVICE PAN
 
            with it to:
 
  B-414     EXTREME CLOSE SHOT - BENES' EAR
 
            CAMERA MOVES IN on the Ear, until it fills the screen.
 
    415     OUT
 
  A-415     PANEL OF PROTEUS
 
            The red warning lights are flashing, the needle of the
            TEMPERATURE GAUGE is in the danger zone.  The SPEED-
            OMETER is nearing zero.
 
  B-415     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is working the controls, apparently without avail.
            He glances anxiously ahead, sees:
 
  C-415     EXT. COCHLEAR DUCT - ENDOLYMPHATIC STREAM - P.O.V.
            BUBBLE
 
            A huge clear area.  In the distance, a few drifting
            Antibodies.  There is nothing evident that should be
            giving the Proteus any difficulty.
 
  D-415     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As Owens looks back with grave concern to the panel,
            the SPEEDOMETER needle drops to zero.
 
  E-415     EXT. COCHLEAR DUCT - LONG SHOT
 
            The Proteus is sinking to the bottom.
 
  F-415     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval and Cora are back in the lab Section, working
            on the laser.  Grant is beside Michaels at the chart.
            Both look up as the Proteus touches bottom with a
            slight jar.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (up at Bubble)
                     What's wrong, Skipper?
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     What I was afraid would happen.
                     The stuff we passed through --
                     that looked like seaweed --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Reticular fibers --
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     It clogged the intake vents.  We're
                     not getting any propulsion.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Well, there's only one thing to
                     do...
 
            As he moves to put on his Breather Pack, Cora appears
            in the doorway of the Lab Section.  She looks anxiously
            out of the bow windows.  In the distance, several Anti-
            bodies can be seen.
 
                                    CORA
                     You're going out there?  With those
                     Antibodies --
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (to Grant)
                     No danger of attack, as long as you
                     don't trigger them off by any injury
                     to the System.
 
            Grant nods, steps into the Escape Hatch, closing the
            door behind him.  The light flashes red.  Cora remains
            at the bow windows, looking toward the drifting Anti-
            bodies, with apprehension.
 
  G-415     OUT
 
    416     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Grant is dropping out of the opening, causing the
            attached seaweed-like fibers to come loose and drift
            off.
 
    417     WITH GRANT
 
            He swims toward the bow, reaches the propulsion intake
            vents.  As the clogged vents come into view:
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (over audio)
                     How's it look?
 
                                    GRANT
                     I could use a lawnmower...
 
    418-    OUT
    455
 
  A-455     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens glances at the Minute Recorder.
 
                                    OWENS
                     How long do you think it'll take?
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (over audio)
                     Quite a while.
 
  B-455     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Cora turns from the bow windows.  The Antibodies are
            still in view.
 
                                    CORA
                     Wouldn't it be quicker if we all
                     helped?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (with glance at
                            Minute Recorder)
                     Yes, there's no time to spare.  And
                     those fibers can be quite tenacious.
 
            He moves to the Escape Hatch with Cora, both strapping
            on their Breather Packs.  She glances at Duval, still
            in the Lab Section.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     I'd better use the time to finish
                     repairing the laser.
 
            Michaels and Cora step into the Escape Hatch, adjust
            their swimming masks.
 
    456     EXT. PROTEUS - BOW
 
            Grant is pulling the seaweed-like fibers out of the in-
            take vents.  He works fast at what seems an endless task.
 
    457     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is watching the TEMPERATURE GAUGE.  The needle
            is still in the danger zone.
 
    458     EXT. PROTEUS - BOW
 
            Michaels and Cora swim up to Grant, join him in yanking
            out the long clinging tendrils.  All work quickly as
            possible.
 
    459     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Absolute silence.  The immobile Surgical Team and
            Technicians create a tableau-like effect.  The forced
            silence and the inactivity causes several to sweat
            with tension.  All are focusing on the Tracking Devices,
            now weaving back and forth at Benes' Head.
 
    460     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are at the window overlooking the
            OPERATING ROOM.  The Communications Aide turns to them.
            They react with misgiving as they hear:
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Report no movement of the Proteus
                     since entering Quadrant 74, Level D.
 
            Reid and Carter exchange grim looks, move to look down
            on the MAIN OPS ROOM.  They see the little Proteus is
            in the quadrant of the Cochlear Duct.  Carter glances
            at the Minute Recorder.  It now reads 24.
 
                                   CARTER
                     Twenty-four minutes left.  Maximum.
                     This is just what we need -- another
                     delay...
 
            He sees an ant crawling along the table, in the direc-
            tion of a few spilled grains of sugar.  Automatically,
            he starts to bring his thumb down to crush it.  But
            he stops just in time.  Reid looks at Carter curiously
            as the latter carefully picks up the ant and puts it
            on the railing so it can crawl out of harm's way.
 
                                    REID
                            (with smile)
                     You'll wind up a Hindu.  Respect-
                     ing all forms of life -- however
                     small...
 
    461     OUT
 
    462     EXT. PROTEUS - BOW
 
            Loose tendrils are flowing about the hull like drift-
            ing seaweed.  But the vents seem to hold an endless
            amount.  Grant, Cora and Michaels, working at an
            exhausting pace, keep pulling out more and more clumps
            of long fibers.
 
    463     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Eyes on the TEMPERATURE GAUGE, Owens reacts with relief
            as he sees the needle beginning to swing away from the
            danger zone.
 
    464     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Nothing moves except the little Tracking Devices on
            their silent bearings.  But the ordeal of absolute
            silence and no movement is beginning to tell on all.
            Particularly:
 
    465     SURGICAL CHIEF
 
            An older man, corpulent, he is sweating profusely under
            the strain.  The headband of his Surgical Cap is wet.
            Automatically, he brings his rubber-gloved hand up to
            wipe the perspiration away, stops, as he glances at the
            patient o.s.
 
    466     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Many loose tendrils now about the hull attest to the
            progress of cleaning the vents.  The three keep working.
 
    467     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The needle of the TEMPERATURE GAUGE is now almost out
            of the danger zone.
 
  A-467     INT. MAIN OPS ROOM - SUB GRID MAP
 
            The sub is not moving.  The Minute Recorder reads 21.
 
  B-467     INT. MAIN OPS ROOM - SHOOTING TOWARD CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are at the window, looking down into the
            room.
 
    468     OUT
 
    469     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            The last of the fiber clumps is now being removed.
 
    470     SURGICAL CHIEF
 
            Rivulets of sweat are streaming down toward the wrinkled
            corners of his eyes, causing him to blink.
 
    471     FEMALE SURGICAL AIDE
 
            Seeing his extreme discomfort, she follows the usual
            procedure of reaching for a towel on the instrument
            table.
 
    472     TOWEL
 
            A surgical scissors is partially tucked within the folds.
 
    473     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            The scissors is not visible from the Aide's angle.  As
            she pulls the towel gently off the table, careful not to
            make a sound:
 
    474     SCISSORS
 
            Dislodged from the table.  CAMERA WHIPS with it toward
            the floor.  On the shattering impact:
 
    475     FLASH CUT - BENES' EAR
 
            It fills the screen, the sound reverberating o.s.
            Instantly:
 
    476     EXT. COCHLEAR DUCT
 
            The vibrations send the Proteus flying through the clear
            sea, as if struck by a cataclysmic undersea force.
            (NOTE:  Until the end of this sequence, the vibrations
            keep on as if they have set off reverberations in end-
            less echo chambers.)
 
    477     GRANT
 
            Flung in one direction.
 
    478     MICHAELS
 
            Hurled off in another direction.
 
    479     CORA
 
            Whipped away from all the others.
 
    480     OWENS IN BUBBLE
 
            Clutching the panel for support.
 
    481     DUVAL IN LAB SECTION
 
            Clutching the laser.
 
    482     EXT. ORGAN OF CORTI - WITH CORA
 
            As she is tossed toward the Cells of Hensen:  a series
            of tall columnar structures, non-rigid, with cuticular
            plates forming a mosaic pattern.
 
    483     CORA
 
            She is horrified as she sees where she is heading for:
 
    484     P.O.V. - CHASM
 
            One wall consists of the TECTORIAL MEMBRANE, opaque,
            with built-in huge fibers.  The other wall:  geometric
            and translucent.  Spaced at intervals are what appear
            to be electrical conduits with four exposed strands
            spanning the two walls.  All the conduits are vibrating.
 
    485     WITH CORA - DOWN THE CHASM
 
            She is thrust over the curved edge, starts falling head
            down.  She narrowly misses the first connective conduit.
            Then her Breather Pack snags on one of the strands of
            the next conduit, which flings her partially to one side
            so that her legs are caught between the other strands.
            As she hangs head down, the weight of her body causing
            the strands -- and herself -- to be whipped back and
            forth, she is further terrified to see:
 
    486     LONG SHOT - CHASM - CORA'S P.O.V.
 
            All the quadruple strands are vibrating in the seemingly
            bottomless abyss.
 
    487     BACK TO CORA
 
            As she tries to extricate herself, which causes her to
            be "vibrated" with even greater intensity:
 
                                    CORA
                            (screaming)
                     Help!
 
    488     EXT. COCHLEAR DUCT
 
            In the distance, the Proteus is being brought under
            control.  Michaels and Grant are in view, swimming
            against the force set off by the diminishing vibra-
            tions in this part of the Ear.
 
    489     GRANT
 
            He hears:
 
                                    CORA'S VOICE
                            (barely audible:
                            over audio)
                     Please!  Help!
 
            Grant looks about.  There is no sign of her.
 
    490     CORA
 
            Struggling head down, in terror, she hears:
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (over audio; in
                            distance)
                     Cora!  Where are you?

                                    CORA
                     I don't know!  I think I'm caught on
                     some auditory fibers!
 
    491     EXT. COCHLEAR DUCT
 
            Michaels swims up to Grant.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Where would that be?
 
            As Michaels points, Grant hears:
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (over audio)
                     Right down there.
 
            They both swim off in the indicated direction, reach:
 
    492     EXT. EDGE OF CHASM
 
            Both look down.  At first they don't see her.  Then
            Grant spots Cora.  He points for Michaels' benefit.
            They see:
 
    493     CORA IN CHASM - THEIR P.O.V.
 
            Far below, still trying to struggle loose.
 
    494     CORA IN CHASM
 
            As she hears:
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (on audio)
                     Okay!  I can see you!
 
            She stops struggling.  But unseen by her, the vibrating
            strands in which she is entangled have called forth, in
            apparent response:
 
    495     FEW ANTIBODIES - IN CHASM
 
            Appearing from the far side, and below Cora.  They start
            moving toward her.  More Antibodies instantly appear
            from the same area.
 
    496     EXT. EDGE OF CHASM
 
            Grant and Michaels are swimming over the curved mosaic
            cells.
 
    497     INSIDE THE CHASM
 
            Grant and Michaels swim down toward Cora on the strands.
            Now the Antibodies become visible, gathering in
            increasing numbers as they stream up toward Cora.  They
            are as yet unlinked, but she is unmistakably their target.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (startled)
                     Antibodies!... Coming at Cora!
                     She's triggered them off!
 
    498     OUT
 
    499     CORA ON STRANDS
 
            From her head-down position, she sees:
 
    500     LONG SHOT - ANTIBODIES - CORA'S P.O.V.
 
            Streaming upward in increasing numbers toward her.
 
    501     GRANT AND MICHAELS - IN CHASM
 
                                    GRANT
                     Doctor!  Get back in the sub!
                     Quick!
 
            Michaels starts swimming fast as he can toward the
            Proteus.
 
    502     OUT
 
    503     EXT. CHASM - GRANT, CORA AND ANTIBODIES
 
            He is racing to reach Cora before they do.
 
    504     ON THE AUDITORY STRANDS - IN CHASM
 
            From her head-down position, Cora sees vast numbers of
            Antibodies, now nearer.  Frantic with fear, she tries
            to free herself, causing the strands to start vibrating
            again, which calls forth more Antibodies to stream out
            of the far side.  Grant reaches her, starts working
            desperately to get her loose.  She tries to help as he
            yanks at her Breather Pack, trying to work it off the
            wires.
 
    505     EXT. PROTEUS - COCHLEAR DUCT
 
            Near the edge of the chasm.  Duval is seen at the bow
            windows, looking out anxiously.
 
    506     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval turns as the door of the Escape Hatch opens from
            within and Michaels steps out.  He closes the door
            quickly.  The light over it instantly flashes red.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Where are they?!
 
            As Michaels pulls off his swimming mask, breathing hard:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Below the Cells of Hensen.  If those
                     Antibodies reach her, they'll attack
                     as if she were bacteria...
 
    507     LONG SHOT - ANTIBODIES - IN CHASM - P.O.V. CORA (HEAD
            DOWN)
 
            They are beginning to link up.
 
    508     EXT. CHASM - CORA AND GRANT
 
            He is still trying to get her Breather Pack loose.
 
                                    CORA
                            (frantically)
                     Hurry!  Oh please, please!
 
            He manages to get her pack loose, now starts pulling the
            strands apart at her ankles so that she can extricate
            herself.  As she finally does, they execute a half-
            somersault in the stream to start swimming upward.
            Both get a fleeting look at:
 
    509     LONG SHOT - ANTIBODIES - P.O.V. GRANT AND CORA
 
            The links have now formed chains the exact length of
            Cora.
 
    510     EXT. CHASM - GRANT AND CORA
 
            Grant grabs her at the torso and starts to propel her
            upward.
 
    511     LONG SHOT - CHASM - ANTIBODIES AND PRINCIPALS
 
            The long links, in vast numbers, now race after the
            frantically swimming Cora and Grant.
 
    512     EXT. EDGE OF CHASM
 
            Grant and Cora appear, swim over the slippery edge of
            the mosaic cells.  She is too exhausted to keep up the
            pace.  Grant holds her with one arm as he keeps swimming
            toward:
 
    513     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval and Michaels can be seen at the bow windows,
            looking out.  Owens is visible within the Bubble,
            peering out anxiously.
 
    514     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            The two reach it, Grant still helping Cora.  They are
            at the point of exhaustion.  Grant reacts as he sees:
 
    515     LIGHT OVER VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Flashing red.
 
    516     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Grant waits, hand at the wheel.  Cora looks back toward
            the edge of the chasm for signs of the Antibodies.
 
                                    CORA
                            (gasping)
                     Open it!  Open it before they get
                     here!
 
                                    GRANT
                     I can't till the hatch is flooded!
 
            At her look of fright, he turns and sees:
 
    517     ANTIBODIES - EDGE OF CHASM - P.O.V. CORA AND GRANT
 
            The long links catapult over the edge of the chasm like
            Polaris missiles in flight, then begin to execute a turn
            for a massed attack in the direction of:
 
    518-    OUT
    520
 
    521     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            The light flashes green.  Grant begins turning the wheel
            quickly as he can.
 
    522     INTERCUT ANTIBODIES
 
            Hurtling down toward Cora, and the wheel turning.
 
    523     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Just as the door drops down, the vanguard of the Anti-
            bodies reaches Cora.  Two coils whip transversely around
            her shoulders.  There is no time to tear them off.
            Grant thrusts Cora through the door, then follows, with
            the massed attackers streaming in after them.
 
    524     INT. ESCAPE HATCH
 
            Cora is clawing at the Antibodies which are coiling
            around her from every direction.  For the moment, Grant
            can't help her as he struggles to close the door against:
 
    525     ANTIBODIES AT VENTRAL DOOR
 
            The crystalline links are forcing their way in, against
            the pressure of the closing door.  Grant struggles with
            all his strength against the coiling mass.  Finally he
            manages to get the door closed and locked.
 
    526     INT. ESCAPE HATCH - GRANT, CORA AND ANTIBODIES
 
            The water level starts falling, accompanied by the hiss-
            ing of air pressure.  Grant and Cora try to claw at the
            crystalline structures.  But in the extremely narrow
            confines of the chamber, there is little either can do.
            Suddenly Cora's expression changes to one of horror and
            pain.
 
                                    CORA
                            (gasping)
                     They're tightening...
 
            Desperately, Grant tries to get at least one coil loose,
            but to no avail.  The crystalline structures are now
            constricting around her.
 
    527     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval and Michaels stand before the Escape Hatch, waiting
            for the red light to change to green.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (up at Bubble)
                     How much longer?!
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from above)
                     Ten seconds --
 
                                    DUVAL
                     That's too long!
 
            He starts to twist the wheel, to open the Hatch.
 
    528     INT. ESCAPE HATCH
 
            The water is now down to their knees.  Grant is still
            pulling at one of the many links around Cora, but with-
            out any effect.
 
                                    CORA
                            (barely audible)
                     Please -- I -- can't -- can't
                     breathe...
 
            And she is cut off as all the Antibodies lock into
            place.  Her mouth remains open, in the manner of some-
            one being choked to death.  The crystalline coils about
            her body give her the appearance of a female Laocoon...
            Suddenly the entrance door is thrust open behind them.
 
    529     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Water pours out from the Escape hatch as Grant drags
            Cora out.  She falls on the floor.  Duval and Michaels
            instantly start pulling at the Antibodies.  Cora is
            almost unconscious.  Grant joins in the frantic effort
            to free her.  And then Owens, who comes bounding down
            from the Bubble.  All four men pull at the structures
            with all their strength.  And suddenly they begin to
            break off, shattering into crystalline fragments.  With
            some coils broken, the others soon lose their lethal
            adhesion.  Finally Cora is free.  As soon as she finds
            her breath, she begins to cry hysterically.  Duval bends
            over, calming her.
 
    530     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            All are still immobile, sweating out the long wait.
            The Female Surgical Aide who caused the scissors to drop
            stands holding the towel.  The scissors is still on the
            floor at her feet.  In the silence, she carefully
            reaches out and dabs at the rivulets of sweat running
            down the Head Surgeon's face.  Now all are concentrating
            on the:
 
    531     TRACKING DEVICES
 
            Moving silently back and forth across Benes' head, the
            only contact with what is transpiring within.
 
    532     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid is looking down into the OPERATING ROOM, Carter is
            pouring two fresh cups of coffee.  At the SOUND of a
            warning buzz, both look at the TV monitor.  They see the
            INTERIOR OF THE TRACKING POST.  The blip is moving on
            the radar screen.
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus proceeding toward Quadrant
                     75...
 
            Reid takes the coffee which Carter extends.
 
                                    REID
                            (relieved)
                     On their way again...
 
            Carter glances at the Minute Recorder.  It now reads 12.
            He upends empty sugar container without looking at it.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Twelve minutes left --
                            (breaks off; sees
                            no sugar)
                     Of all the time to run out of
                     sugar...
 
    534     EXT. ENDOLYMPHATIC DUCT
 
            The Proteus is speeding through the very wide passage.
 
    535     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Michaels is spreading out a chart of the Brain, with the
            help of Duval.  As the complexity comes into view, Grant
            reacts.  With glance at the Minute Recorder:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Looks like quite a way to go...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     No, we should reach the base of
                     the Brain shortly.  And from there,
                     it's not far to the site of the injury.
 
            Suddenly, light pours in.  Astonished, Grant sees:
 
    536     HUGE OVAL MEMBRANE - THROUGH BOW WINDOWS
 
            Semi-transparent.  The immense pillars which form the
            Stapes of the Inner Ear are illuminated by the light
            behind it.
 
                                    GRANT'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Where's that light coming from?
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     The outside world.  Filtering in
                     through Benes' Eardrum...
 
    537     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Duval bends over the chart.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (pointing; to
                            Michaels)
                     That puts us right here... Which
                     means we can head straight for the
                     Sub Arachnoid Cavity.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Yes...
 
                                    DUVAL
                     If we can go in past the Oculomotor
                     Nerve...
 
            As both men remain bent over the chart, conferring,
            Grant moves into:
 
    538     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Cora is lying on the cot.  As Grant enters, she starts
            to rise.
 
                                    GRANT
                     No need to get up --
 
                                    CORA
                     I feel much better now...
 
            But she remains seated, still weak.  As the light grows
            brighter:
 
                                    CORA
                            (quietly)
                     The outside world... I thought I'd
                     never see it again.
 
            Grant stops at the laser which is fastened securely,
            runs his hand along it.
 
                                    CORA
                            (turning to Grant)
                     Thank you for saving my life.
 
                                    GRANT
                     That's what they pay me for.
 
                                    CORA
                     A great deal more than that, I
                     believe...
 
            He looks up from the laser.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Such as?
 
                                    CORA
                     Keeping an eye on Dr. Duval...
 
                                    GRANT
                            (into the silence)
                     What gives you that idea?
 
            The light now dims back to normal, indicating they have
            passed the Eardrum.
 
                                    CORA
                     That's why you're really here.
                     I knew it from the start.
 
                                    GRANT
                     As obvious as that?  Our Security
                     people will jump for joy.
                            (with smile)
                     I suppose Duval's onto me, too?
 
                                    CORA
                     You're not the first, but he's much
                     too innocent, much too involved with
                     his work, to realize what's going on
                     around him.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Under a cloud without cause, I take
                     it.
 
                                    CORA
                     Oh, no.  Plenty of cause.  He won't
                     follow the herd, or change his
                     convictions -- even when they're not
                     popular.  And he believes in an
                     absolutely free interchange of
                     information between scientists of
                     different countries -- and these
                     days, there's nothing more suspicious
                     than that.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Depends on which end of the telescope
                     you look through.
 
                                    CORA
                     What do you mean?
 
                                    GRANT
                     Well, if you happen to be very fond
                     of him -- even in love with him --
                     it would certainly affect your point
                     of view.
 
            Before she can answer, they hear:
 
                                    DUVAL'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     It's out of the question.
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Now be reasonable!
 
                                    DUVAL'S VOICE
                     I won't do it.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Sounds like trouble...
 
            The two move toward the door.
 
    539     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant and Cora silently witness:
 
                                    DUVAL
                     It's against my better Judgment...
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Better Judgment?!  To wait until
                     the actual operation -- when it may
                     be too late?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     I've done all I could with the laser.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     All I'm asking is you test it before-
                     hand!
 
                                    DUVAL
                     If it won't work, it's beyond my
                     power to fix it.  But if it does,
                     there's no telling how long it will
                     hold up.  It's a jury rig, at best,
                     and we'll need every second of use
                     we can get out of it.  That's why I
                     don't want to put any extra strain on
                     the connections by running unnecessary
                     tests.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Dr. Duvall I insist you test the
                     laser.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (angrily)
                     I'll do nothing of the sort!  The
                     operation is my responsibility!  I
                     won't do it, and that's final!
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (controlling himself
                            with difficulty)
                     As usual, you want everything your
                     way.  Except this time there's more
                     than your damned ego at stake.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (tightly)
                     I know only too well what's in the
                     balance, Doctor.  And it's not my
                     ego, damned or otherwise.
 
    540     GRANT
 
            Looking thoughtfully after Duval.
 
    541     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid and Carter are relieved to hear:
 
                                    COMMUNICATIONS AIDE
                     Proteus turning into Quadrant 79,
                     Level F.
 
            Reid presses button.
 
    542     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Still in tableau.  All hear:
 
                                    REID'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     The Proteus has passed the Inner
                     Ear.
 
            Instantly the tension breaks.  There is coughing,
            clearing of throats.  Someone sneezes, evoking:
 
                                    AD LIBS
                     -- Just in time!  I couldn't hold
                        it back another second!
                     -- I was afraid to breathe!
                     -- My foot's asleep.
                     -- Only one?
                     -- I thought I'd die when the
                        scissors hit the floor!
 
            The Female Surgical Aide picks up the scissors.
 
    543     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid is moving to the window overlooking the MAIN OPS
            ROOM.  Carter turns from the Minute Recorder, which now
            reads 8.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (on edge)
                     Only eight minutes left...
 
            As he joins Reid and both look down into the MAIN OPS
            ROOM, they see the Grid Officer moving the Proteus to
            the Quadrant at the base of the Brain.
 
                                    REID
                            (softly)
                     Imagine -- they're in the Human
                     Mind --
 
    544     OUT
 
    545     CEREBRAL LIGHTS
 
            A dazzling display of flashing lights fills the screen.
            Then as the CAMERA PANS DOWN slowly, we see a high wall
            of complex circuitry, in which the tiny lights glow on
            and off rapidly.  Finally, as the CAMERA NEARS the
            bottom, it reveals:
 
    546     EXT. PROTEUS - IN CRANIAL FJORD
 
            The sub seems a mere speck as it cruises through a chasm
            formed by two walls of similar circuitry and electronic
            pyrotechnics.  There is a sense of order despite the
            complexity.
 
    547     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant has joined Cora and Duval at the bow.  The three
            are deeply impressed and moved by what they see.  Michaels
            remains at the chart.  As they look on:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (softly)
                     "Yet all the suns that light the
                      Corridors of the Universe shine dim,
                      Before the blazing of a Single Thought --"
 
                                    GRANT
                     "Proclaiming in incandescent glory
                      The myriad Mind of Man..."
 
            Cora looks at Grant in rather surprised awareness of this
            other side of him.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Very poetic, gentlemen.  You seem
                     to see a great deal out there.  Let
                     me know when we pass the Soul.
 
            Duval turns from the bow windows to face Michaels with
            the answer:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (quietly)
                     The Soul?..... The finite mind
                     cannot comprehend Infinity.  And
                     the Soul which comes from God is
                     Infinite.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Take a close look at your Soul, and
                     your Infinity, and your God out there --
 
    548     GRANT
 
            In thoughtful response to:
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     -- and you'll find it's nothing
                     but a combination of atoms, molecules --
 
    549     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Not letting Duval interrupt:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     -- and certain chemicals involving
                     proteins --
 
                                    DUVAL
                     You left something out.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     What's that?
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (flatly)
                     The Breath of God...
 
            Before Michaels can reply:
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble)
                     Doctor -- what's that up ahead?
 
            They turn toward bow, see:
 
    550     EXT. FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            As it comes into view with the sub turning the corner of
            the chasm:  a huge semi-circular area of branchlike
            nerves, through which the cerebral lights flash.  In the
            center is the site of the injury.  The lights stop at
            its perimeter, as if short-circuited, causing a dark area.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (up at Bubble)
                     There it is.  That's the site of
                     the injury -- the dark spot.  We'd
                     better get prepared.
 
            They move into the Lab Section, where they put on their
            Breather Packs quickly during:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     It's too late...
 
            Startled, they follow his look, see the Minute Recorder
            now reads 6.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     You couldn't possibly operate and
                     get out before the hour's up.
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Captain, keep going.  Head for the
                     Removal Point.
 
            He begins to spread out a map of the Removal Area.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     Removal Point?  What're you talking
                     about!
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     We have no alternative.  With only
                     six minutes left, we'll just barely
                     make it.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Hold it, Skipper.
                            (to Michaels)
                     What happens if we overstay?
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Once time's up, De-Miniaturization
                     begins.  In a matter of seconds the
                     ship will grow big enough to become
                     a danger to the System.  Then White
                     Corpuscles will swarm to destroy it,
                     as they would any invader.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (up at Bubble)
                     How long will it take to get from
                     here to the Removal Point?
 
                                    OWENS'VOICE
                            (from above)
                     Approximately two minutes.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     That still leaves me four minutes
                     to operate.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     All you'll succeed in doing is get-
                     ting us trapped!
                            (glancing at
                            Minute Recorder)
                     Captain, you will proceed immediately
                     to the Removal Point.
 
                                    OWENS' VOICE
                            (from above)
                     Yes sir.
 
            Grant moves quickly to the Manual Panel and throws some
            key switches into the OFF position.
 
    551     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is startled to see the lights over the buttons go
            off, rendering the controls inoperative.  The sub comes
            to a stop at some distance from the Forest of Dendrites
            and the dark area up ahead.
 
                                    OWENS
                     My power's gone!
                            (looks down,
                            sees him)
                     Grant -- what're you doing!
 
  A-551     INT. PROTEUS
 
            With manner of taking over:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Get the laser, Dr. Duval.
 
            As Duval and Cora move quickly into the Lab Section:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (furiously)
                     I'm in charge of this mission!
                     You were instructed to take orders
                     from me, not give them!
 
                                    GRANT
                     Sorry, but the situation has changed.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Nothing has changed as far as my
                     authority goes!  He is not going
                     to operate!  Not in the little time
                     we have left!  There's no chance
                     of success!  It's sheer suicide --
                     for all of us!
 
            He breaks off as Duval and Cora come out of the Lab
            Section carrying the laser and power unit.  As they move
            to the Escape Hatch door, which Grant opens:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (furiously)
                     Dr. Duval, you are not going through
                     with this!  I absolutely forbid it!
                     I'm responsible for the lives of
                     everyone here!  I will not allow you
                     or anyone else to leave this ship!
 
                                    DUVAL
                     I'm going to do what I can to save
                     Benes.
 
            He steps into the Escape Hatch with Cora.  Grant closes
            the door.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (raging at Grant)
                     You fool!  Don't you see what
                     you've done?  You've given him
                     a perfect opportunity to kill
                     Benes!
 
            The lights start flashing red, indicating the Escape
            Hatch is being flooded.  Grant puts on his Breather Pack
            during:
 
                                    GRANT
                     I don't believe that.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                     Why not?  Because of his gibberish
                     about God and the Soul?  Camouflage
                     -- that's all it is -- to blind the
                     gullible like you!  And to hide his
                     real identity -- a fanatic whose
                     only purpose is to kill Benes!  And
                     you made it possible!
 
            The light over the Escape Hatch turns green.  As Grant
            opens the door:
 
                                    GRANT
                     I've come up against fanatics
                     before, and Duval just doesn't
                     fit the pattern.
                            (up at Bubble)
                     I'm going out there, Skipper.
                     Maybe I can be of some help...
 
                                    OWENS
                     Remember -- we can't take more than
                     five minutes to get out.
 
            As Grant starts closing the door, he glances at:
 
  B-551     MINUTE RECORDER
 
            It now reads 5.
 
  C-551     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant closes the door.  The light over it flashes red.
            Michaels moves to the bow window to observe:
 
    552-    OUT
    553
 
    554     EXT. SITE OF INJURY - P.O.V. MICHAELS
 
            Duval and Cora are swimming toward the dark spot with
            the laser and the power unit.  They reach:
 
    555     EXT. SITE OF INJURY - CLOSER
 
            Duval presses the laser control, not knowing if it will
            work.  To his relief, a beam of light shoots out.
            Instantly a small portion of the clot begins to light
            up.  This gradual encroachment of flashing lights in
            place of the dark area marks the progress of the operation.
 
    556-    OUT
    557
 
  A-557     EXT. VENTRAL HATCH
 
            Grant drops out and starts toward Duval and Cora.
 
    558     SECTION OF THROMBUS IN BRAIN
 
            The laser beam is slowly dissolving away a small portion
            of the vast darkness.  Grant swims up.  He glances at
            his wrist watch.
 
                                    GRANT
                     How does it look, Doctor?
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (as he works)
                     If I can relieve the pressure on
                     a few key vessels...
 
            More of the dark area lights up.
 
    559     OUT
 
    560     INT. PROTEUS - AT BOW WINDOWS
 
            Watching, Michaels responds grimly to the increasing
            number of flashing lights in the injured area.  He turns
            with grim resolution from the bow.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (up at Bubble)
                     Skipper...
 
  A-560     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Owens is startled to hear:
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below)
                     There seems to be something wrong
                     with the Escape Hatch...
 
                                    OWENS
                     What do you mean?
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from below;
                            imperatively)
                     Fluid is seeping through.  Better
                     come down and have a look!
 
            Quickly, Owens starts slipping out of his harness, starts
            down the ladder leading into:
 
  B-560     INT. PROTEUS - AT ESCAPE HATCH DOOR
 
            Michaels is not visible in the angle of the shot as Owens
            moves to the Escape Hatch, looking for the seepage.
            Seeing nothing wrong:
 
                                    OWENS
                            (turning; puzzled)
                     I don't see any sign of --
 
            He breaks off, his expression reflecting horrified surprise
            as a hand wielding the heavy crank of the winch smashes
            down on his head before he has a chance to dodge it.  Owens
            slumps to the floor at the feet of:
 
    561     MICHAELS
 
            He drops the heavy tool, goes quickly to the Manual Panel,
            throws the switches back into the ON position, restoring
            all the controls to where they were before Grant changed
            them.  Then he climbs up into:
 
    562     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The lights over the buttons are all on again, indicating
            the controls are in working order.  As Michaels sits down
            hastily and begins to slip into the harness, with him we
            see:
 
    563     OUT
 
    564     EXT. SITE OF INJURY
 
            Duval is aiming the laser in short bursts at a dark area
            around the large Central Nerve.  Grant glances at his
            wrist watch.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Doctor, we've just about had it.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     If I can clear this Central Nerve,
                     that may be enough...
 
            Unseen by them:
 
    565     LONG SHOT - PROTEUS
 
            In the distance it is swinging around in a wide arc above
            them.
 
    566-    OUT
    567
 
    568     INT. BUBBLE
 
            As Michaels maneuvers into position, he responds grimly
            to:
 
    569     EXT. SITE OF INJURY - P.O.V. INT. BUBBLE
 
            Light begins to play along sections of the Central Nerve.
 
    570-    OUT
    571
 
    572     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The bow is now lined up straight with the Central Nerve.
            Face set, Michaels presses the FULL SPEED button.
 
    573     EXT. JETS
 
            The churning indicates full power is on.  The Proteus
            spurts ahead, speeding toward:
 
    574     EXT. SITE OF INJURY - CENTRAL NERVE
 
            More and more of the Central Nerve lights up as the
            intervening darkness is dissolved by precise bursts of
            the laser beam.  Unaware of the oncoming sub, Duval and
            Cora keep working.  As Grant glances at his wrist watch,
            electrical impulses begin racing in a continuous flow
            through the Central Nerve, which is now incandescent
            along its entire height.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     That should be enough...
 
            He looks critically at the results, as he normally would.
 
                                    GRANT
                     We better get back to the sub.
                     Every second counts now.
 
                                    CORA
                            (suddenly)
                     Look!
 
            They follow the direction of her glance, are startled to
            see:
 
    575     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Speeding directly toward the Central Nerve high above
            them.  The person in the Bubble is indeterminate at the
            distance and angle.
 
                                    CORA'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     It's heading right for the Nerve!
 
                                    DUVAL'S VOICE
                            (o.s., confused)
                     I don't understand...
 
    576     EXT. SITE OF INJURY
 
            As they watch helplessly:
 
                                    GRANT
                            (getting idea)
                     The laser!  Let me have the laser!
 
            Grant grabs the laser from Duval.  With Cora trailing,
            holding the power unit, Grant leads the way upward at
            an angle to intercept:
 
    577-    OUT
    589
 
    590     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            It is speeding toward the Central Nerve like a projectile
            homing in on a target.
 
    591     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The incandescent Central Nerve looms closer and closer.
            Michaels holds the controls in place with the fixed look
            of a pilot on a suicide course.
 
    592     GRANT, CORA AND PROTEUS
 
            He stops swimming.  She remains near him.  The sub is
            now over their heads, at an angle which makes the rudder
            visible.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Give me your widest beam!  Full
                     power!
 
            Cora turns a dial on the power unit.  Grant takes careful
            aim.  A wide beam shoots out from the laser, across the
            intervening distance and hits:
 
    593     EXT. RUDDER AND REAR HULL
 
            The concentrated light disintegrates the rudder and burns
            open a large section of the hull.
 
  A-593     INT. LAB SECTION
 
            Fluid pours through the hole into:
 
    594     OUT
 
  A-594     INT. PROTEUS
 
            The intact section with its trapped air holds off total
            inundation.  The unconscious Owens stirs, face up, the
            liquid just short of covering him.  The sub begins to
            keel, owing to the inflow.
 
  B-594     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Michaels wrestles with the controls, trying to keep on
            course, as the Central Nerve ahead looms closer and
            closer.  For a moment it appears he will be able to ram
            it.  But the increasing tilt suddenly causes:
 
  C-594     EXT. PROTEUS - CENTRAL NERVE
 
            To dive at a sharp angle, just barely missing the Central
            Nerve.
 
    595     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Michaels wrestles with the controls, but to no avail.
            Through the Bubble, he is startled to see:
 
    596     EXT. FOREST OF DENDRITES - P.O.V. BUBBLE
 
            It looms closer and closer as the Proteus dives inexor-
            ably toward:
 
    597     EXT. FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            Treelike branching nerves form an intricate mesh as if
            in a dense forest.  The Proteus careens into it, tearing
            loose a section of nerve fibers.  The sub keels over on
            one side.
 
    598     OUT
 
  A-598     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Now at a sharp tilt.  The impact causes one of the arms
            of the swivel chair to spring out of place, pinning
            Michaels to the seat.  Lying at an angle, he struggles
            to break loose, without avail.  Suddenly his startled
            eyes fix on:
 
    599     THE MINUTE RECORDER ON CONTROL PANEL
 
            It flashes 0.  The lights begin to dim.
 
  A-599     INT. CONTROL TOWER - MINUTE RECORDER
 
            Flashing 0.  The SOUND of a warning siren is on loud.
            It continues during the scene, adding urgency to the
            reactions of all.  Reid and Carter exchange grim looks.
 
                                    REID
                     Time's up... We'll have to take
                     them out immediately.
 
                                    CARTER
                     It means killing Benes...
                            (savagely)
                     And for all we know, they may have
                     completed the operation!
                            (slamming table)
                     Damn it to hell!
 
            He turns away.  Reid goes to the window overlooking
            the OPERATING R00M.
 
                                    REID
                     Remove the Proteus...
 
  B-599     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            For a moment only the undulating wail of the warning
            siren is heard.  Then:
 
                                    CHIEF SURGEON
                     Prepare for trepanation...
 
            One of the Surgical Technicians begins swabbing Benes'
            head with alcohol.
 
  C-599     OUT
 
  D-599     INT. BUBBLE
 
            The lights are almost out.  It is now lit only by the
            eerie glow of the pulsing flashes in the Forest of
            Dendrites.  Michaels is vainly trying to pry the steel
            arm loose, but it holds him in a vise-like grip in the
            chair.  He looks fearfully toward the bow window, as if
            knowing what to expect next.
 
    600     EXT. EDGE OF FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            Grant, Duval and Cora are swimming through the maze of
            nerves toward the sub lying at a sharp keel.
 
                                    GRANT
                     The ship's good as finished.
                     We'll have to get out on our own!
                     Is there a quick way out?
 
                                    DUVAL
                     We could follow the Optic Nerve
                     to the corner of the Eye.
 
                                    CORA
                     It's beginning to grow...
 
            They stop, treading water as they see:
 
  A-600     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Growing visibly before their eyes.
 
 AA-600     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Michaels reacts as he sees the dendrites outside growing
            smaller, which indicates the sub and he are growing larger.
 
  B-600     EXT. EDGE OF FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
                                    DUVAL
                     We've got to get them out.
 
            As he starts toward the sub, Grant stops him.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Hold it...
 
            They follow his look, see:
 
    601     WHITE CORPUSCLES - IN FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            Huge monster-like blobs are starting to ooze through the
            nerves toward the Proteus, which is now about a quarter
            as large as when last seen, and growing rapidly.
 
                                    CORA'S VOICE
                            (o.s., horrified)
                     White Corpuscles!
 
    602     EXT. EDGE OF FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
                                    DUVAL
                     They'll ingest the ship and
                     everything in it!
 
                                    GRANT
                     Stay here, both of you.  Hold
                     them off, if you can.
 
            He hands the laser to Duval and starts swimming toward:
 
  A-602     EXT. PROTEUS - IN FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            The White Corpuscles are slithering through the inter-
            laced dendrites.  They are still some distance from the
            disabled sub.
 
 AA-602     MICHAELS - IN BUBBLE
 
            He is horrified to see the White Corpuscles slide into
            his view, though still removed from the sub.  He renews
            his frantic effort to break loose from the steel grip of
            the sprung arm.
 
 BB-602     EXT. DAMAGED HULL
 
            Grant swims the hole through into:
 
 CC-602     INT. LAB AND STORAGE SECTION
 
            Quickly he makes his way through the narrow flooded area,
            picking up two Breather Packs en route.
 
 DD-602     INT. PROTEUS
 
            Grant emerges into the air-filled portion, pushes up his
            swim mask.  He takes in the prone Owens and Michaels
            pinned in the Bubble as:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (frantically)
                     Grant!  Help!
 
            For a moment Grant stands between the unconscious man
            and the one trapped in the Bubble.  Then he hurriedly
            unzips Owens' jumper, revealing the swim suit beneath.
            Owens regains consciousness.  During the above:
 
                                    GRANT
                     What happened?
 
                                    OWENS
                            (in a daze)
                     Dr. Michaels... He went berserk...
 
                                    GRANT
                            (with realization)
                     Berserk nothing.  He's the one
                     who's been sabotaging the mission...
                            (handing him
                            Breather Pack)
                     Get this on.  Hurry!
 
                                    MICHAELS' VOICE
                            (from Bubble;
                            frantically)
                     Grant!
 
 EE-602     INT. BUBBLE
 
            A monster-like cell is slithering toward the Bubble.
            Michaels is tearing at the steel arm that holds him to
            the chair.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (with growing terror)
                     Macrophages!
 
            Moving against the extreme tilt, Grant appears.  Respond-
            ing to the oncoming White Corpuscle, Grant pulls at the
            steel arm with all his strength.
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (during above)
                     Get me out of here.  Get me out!!
 
            For all his effort, Grant is unable to free Michaels.
 
 FF-602     WHITE CORPUSCLE
 
            Gradually oozes over the entire Bubble, covering it.
 
 GG-602     INT. BUBBLE
 
            Grant makes a last desperate effort to free Michaels as
            he sees the Bubble begin to dissolve beneath the body of
            the adhering White Corpuscle.  As the fluid body begins
            flowing over Michaels:
 
                                    MICHAELS
                            (in terror)
                     No... no...
 
            His scream is cut off by the White Corpuscle engulfing
            him.  Grant jumps back into:
 
 HH-602     INT. PROTEUS
 
                                    OWENS
                     Come on -- it's no use!
 
                                    GRANT
                     We can get out through the Lab
                     Section.
 
            Both pull down their swim masks.  Owens moves off,
            followed by Grant.
 
 II-602     INT. LAB SECTION
 
            Owens is swimming through the hole.  Grant follows through
            the cramped area.
 
 JJ-602     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            Owens appears, swims off toward Duval and Cora.  The two
            are working the laser and power unit.  Duval is hitting
            the White Corpuscles and dissolving them in an attempt to
            keep them off the sub, but without avail.  The monster
            cells are swarming in greater numbers.
 
 KK-602     EXT. DAMAGED RUDDER
 
            A monster White Corpuscle is flowing along it, down
            toward the hole.  As Grant now emerges, the White
            Corpuscle grasps him in its tentacles.
 
  B-602-    OUT
  D-602
 
  E-602     GRANT AND WHITE CORPUSCLE
 
            He struggles, unable to break out of the fluid mass
            which engulfs him.
 
  F-602     EXT. EDGE OF FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            Duval and Cora swim up.  Duval aims the laser, presses
            the trigger.  The beam shoots out with surgical precision,
            making a direct hit on:
 
  G-602     VACUOLE OF WHITE CORPUSCLE
 
            The nucleus of the monster cell disintegrates, releasing
            Grant.  He swims quickly toward:
 
  H-602     EXT. FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            The three see another White Corpuscle moving after Grant.
            Duval dissolves it just as the laser goes dead.  As
            Grant reaches them:
 
                                    GRANT
                     You said there was a quick way
                     out!
 
                                    DUVAL
                     What about Dr. Michaels?
 
                                    GRANT
                     It's too late!
 
            Duval drops the laser, turns and starts to swim off.
            Cora drops the power unit.  With Duval in the lead, they
            swim as fast as they can through:
 
  I-602     EXT. FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            The dendrites are now smaller in relation to the four as
            they keep on through the Cranial Region of flashing lights.
 
    603     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            White Corpuscles are now festooned all over the sub and
            flowing in through the Bubble and damaged portion of the
            hull.
 
    604-    OUT
    606
 
    607     EXT. EDGE OF FOREST OF DENDRITES
 
            The swimmers look back and respond to:
 
  A-607     EXT. PROTEUS
 
            It is crumbling like the Hindenburg Zeppelin.  The White
            Corpuscles are swarming over the remains, ingesting every
            particle.
 
  B-607     THE GROUP
 
            Reacting to the destructive power of these internal
            defenders.  They swim off.
 
    608-    OUT
    616
 
  A-616     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            The Chief Surgeon's gloves are on.  Now all start to take
            their places around the Operating Table.  The operating
            beams are switched on.  The Chief Surgeon holds out one
            hand.  A Surgical Nurse slaps a scalpel into it.
 
  B-616     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Standing at the window overlooking the OPERATING ROOM,
            Carter and Reid can see the Chief Surgeon bending down
            over Benes' head, about to make an incision.  Carter
            suddenly gets an idea, presses button.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Hold it, Doctor!
 
  C-616     BENES' HEAD AND SCALPEL
 
            The cutting edge is a fraction of an inch from the
            shaved head.  It stops just in time.  The Chief Surgeon
            and the Surgical Team around the table look up toward
            the window.
 
    617     OUT
 
    618     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Reid looks tensely at Carter.
 
                                    REID
                     What is it?
 
                                    CARTER
                     That blip we're picking up might
                     only be the radio-active particle.
                     The Proteus may already be destroyed...
 
                                    REID
                     What're you getting at?
 
                                    CARTER
                            (thoughtfully)
                     If I were in their place and I'd
                     run out of time, I'd abandon the
                     ship before I grew to dangerous
                     size... and use the few extra
                     minutes to get out the quickest
                     way possible, on my own...
 
                                    REID
                            (with quick
                            realization)
                     Along the Optic Nerve to the Eye.
 
            Swiftly, Reid crosses to the window overlooking the
            OPERATING ROOM.  He presses button.
 
    619     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            The Chief Surgeon and the others exchange tense looks
            as they hear:
 
                                    REID'S VOICE
                            (o.s.)
                     Wait thirty seconds...
 
            He rushes through the door leading down to the Operating
            Room.
 
    620     OUT
 
    621     EXT. ARACHNOID CORRIDOR - RIGHT OPTIC NERVE
 
            Composed of a cobweb of fibers.  Sausage-like links,
            pinched in the center, compose the walls of the winding
            passage.  These are the Nodes of Ranvier.  Intermittent
            flashes leap across the Nodes, of varying intensity and
            duration.
 
    622     THE GROUP - IN RIGHT OPTIC NERVE
 
            As he keeps swimming, Duval turns his head to the others.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (encouragingly)
                     Light impulses -- on the way to the
                     Brain!  We're nearing the Eye!
 
            They swim on with renewed effort.  They are now larger
            in relation to what they pass.  Cora starts to fall
            behind, unable to maintain the pace, for all her valiant
            effort.  Grant puts one arm around her waist and thus
            manages to keep after Duval and Owens.
 
    623-    OUT
    628
 
    629     EXT. APEX OF CORNEA
 
            The four climb up on what appears to be the top of a
            huge transparent mound.  The fluid is rapidly seeping
            upward from the channel below.  A low-domed ceiling --
            the inside of the Eyelid -- which is bisected by a
            crack, necessitates their crawling over the mound toward
            a crevice which affords more height.  They force them-
            selves along exhausted, and reach:
 
    630     OUT
 
    631     INT. CREVICE BETWEEN EYELIDS
 
            The four reach the grotto-like niche, where they can
            stand erect at their increased size.  As they rise from
            their crawling position and lean panting in exhaustion
            against the wall:
 
    632-    OUT
    639
 
    640     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Reid wheels over a magnifying glass mounted on a stand.
            He bends down and pries open Benes' right Eyelid.
 
    641     INT. CREVICE BETWEEN RIGHT EYELIDS
 
            The four, their breath now regained, react in response
            to the unexpected:
 
    642     PARTING OF RIGHT EYELIDS
 
            The bisected dome above them parts like the walls of the
            Red Sea.  Simultaneously the beam of the operating
            lights blaze in with blinding intensity, causing the
            four to shield their eyes and look down into the retina.
 
  A-642     KALEIDOSCOPIC EFFECT
 
            A symphony of colors is reflecting from the cones far
            beneath, through the VITREOUS BODY and the manifold
            furrows of the IRIS.
 
    643-    OUT
    645
 
    646     REID
 
            He is bringing the magnifying glass into focal position.
            As he squints through it, he reacts on seeing:
 
    647     THE FOUR - THROUGH MAGNIFYING GLASS - ON SURFACE OF
            EYEBALL
 
            Now magnified, we see the four figures being swept
            inexorably toward the far corner of the Eye by a flood
            of water.
 
                                    REID
                            (o.s.)
                     A glass slide!  Quick!
 
            Through the magnifying glass, we see their frantic
            attempts to fight the sweep of the cascade.  Just as
            the four near the fall-off point, where the corner of
            the lids join, the magnified end of a glass slide comes
            into view and catches the teardrop -- with the four in
            it.
 
    648     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            Reid carefully straightens up, holding the glass slide.
            He can barely see:
 
    649     EXT. GLASS SLIDE
 
            Tiny specks are visible in the teardrop, moving about
            in the fluid.
 
    650     INT. OPERATING ROOM
 
            All respond to Reid's imperative:
 
                                    REID
                     Open those doors!
 
            Holding the slide so the teardrop doesn't spill, Reid
            moves quickly through the sliding doors into the
            Miniaturization Room.
 
  A-650     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter rushes to the window overlooking the MINIATURIZA-
            TION ROOM.
 
  B-650     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM
 
            All group around in silence, holding their breath as
            Reid very slowly and carefully bends down and places
            the glass slide on the platform.  Above, at the window,
            Carter can be seen looking down.
 
    651     EXT. GLASS SLIDE - ON FLOOR
 
            The tiny spots are growing visibly before our eyes.
 
    652     INT. CONTROL TOWER
 
            Carter, looking down into the MINIATURIZATION ROOM,
            reacts as the four dots below on the glass slide
            continue to grow and grow to the point where they can
            be discerned on the platform, and a bedraggled quartet
            it is.  They look like survivors of a shipwreck:
            dripping wet, exhausted, all the fight knocked out of
            them.  Owens is seated, head between his drawn-up knees;
            Cora is leaning against Grant for support; Duval is
            fighting for breath.
 
    653     OUT
 
  A-653     INT. MINIATURIZATION ROOM
 
            Now fully grown, the four look about, amazed at where
            they are.  And the Surgical Team and Reid encircling
            them are staring with equal confoundment...
 
                                                        DISSOLVE TO:
 
    654     INT. CORRIDOR - CMDF HOSPITAL SECTION - DAY
 
            Grant and Owens are driving a scooter.  Both are rested,
            freshly groomed.  The scooter goes through door marked:
 
                              MEDICAL DIVISION
 
            The scooter stops in:
 
  A-654-    OUT
    658
 
  A-658     INT. MEDICAL FOYER
 
            They alight and go through door leading into:
 
  B-658     INT. HOSPITAL ROOM
 
            As Grant and Owens enter, they see Benes is propped up
            on his bed, with Carter, Duval, Cora and Reid grouped
            around him.  Grant moves immediately to Benes.
 
                                    GRANT
                            (warmly; extending
                            hand)
                     Hello, Mr. Benes... How's the prize
                     patient?
 
            Benes smiles as they shake hands.
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (beaming)
                     He's making a fine recovery.
 
                                    CORA
                     He certainly is.  He should be
                     up and about in no time.
 
                                    OWENS
                     That's great.
 
            Grant and Owens look toward Carter, who is pacing,
            visibly upset.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (answering their look)
                     Oh yes, great.  The only problem is,
                     he can't remember what he came to
                     tell us.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Can't remember?... What do you
                     mean?
 
                                    CARTER
                     He's blanked out on that one
                     particular point.
 
                                    REID 
                     Yes, he can remember everything --
                     except how to control De-Miniaturi-
                     zation...
 
                                    GRANT
                     Oh, no.
 
                                    OWENS
                     After all that.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     A specific area of memory may
                     have been destroyed by the laser
                     beam when Dr. Michaels interfered.
 
                                    CARTER
                     As long as it isn't a certainty,
                     we've got to try everything possible
                     to make him remember!
 
                                    OWENS
                     Well, if you have no further
                     need for me...
 
                                    GRANT
                     Yes, we'd like to get moving.
 
                                    CARTER
                            (mind only on
                            Benes)
                     Why don't you go on.  We'll meet
                     you at the Clearance Desk in a few
                     minutes.
 
            He paces, looking at Benes while:
 
                                    GRANT
                     Good-bye, Mr. Benes.  I must say
                     it's been quite an experience
                     knowing you.
 
            Benes smiles weakly at the double-entendre.  As Grant
            starts out with Owens:
 
                                    CARTER
                     Now how soon can we try Sodium
                     Pentathol?
 
                                    REID
                     I'd hold that off awhile.
 
                                    CARTER
                     Well, how about hypnosis?  That
                     can't hurt him!
 
            Benes closes his eyes wearily.
 
                                    DUVAL
                     I suggest the first thing we try
                     is letting the patient get some
                     rest.
 
            As he starts herding them out and they reach the door,
            they are startled by a loud CRASH o.s.  They rush out.
 
  C-658     OUT
 
    659     TWO SCOOTERS - AT INTERSECTION
 
            Another scooter has run into the one containing Grant
            and Owens with such impact that the two have been tossed
            out.  The M.P. is blowing his whistle, stopping all
            traffic.
 
    660     THE GROUP
 
            Carter, Reid, Duval and Cora are running toward:
 
    661     THE INTERSECTION
 
            Grant is rising, holding the side of his head.  Owens,
            dazed but uninjured, is also getting up.  As the others
            reach them:
 
                                    DUVAL
                            (of Grant)
                     He may have a head injury!
                            (to Reid)
                     Get him to the hospital!
 
            Instantly, Grant grabs Owens and hustles him to their
            scooter.
 
                                    GRANT
                     Who, me?  Oh, no!  Don't bother
                     about me!  We're not hurt!  Isn't
                     that right, Skipper?
 
                                    OWENS
                            (dazed)
                     Uh -- what?
 
                                    GRANT
                            (getting him into
                            scooter)
                     We feel great, don't we?  Just
                     great?!
 
                                    OWENS
                            (catching on)
                     Oh -- sure, sure!  Never better!
 
                                    GRANT
                            (taking off)
                     Nothing wrong with us!  Not a thing!
                     We're fine -- just fine!
 
            In his haste, he almost runs into another scooter but
            averts a crash by a matter of inches.  He keeps going
            at top speed, by-passing the stopped traffic by travel-
            ing in the wrong lane.
 
    662     LONG SHOT - SCOOTER
 
            As it is lost to view down the long corridor...
 
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