he's right here at hand.
- l wouldn't know if he's trying to kill him.
- l'll be standнng by. l would know.
You're to take orders only from Dr Michaels.
Understand?
- Right, sir.
- Come along. They'll be operating shortly.
See you later, Mike.
His technician OK? ln addition to the looks?
No question of her loyalty.
- l'll take that, Corporal.
- Yes, sir.
l don't mean to be inquisitive, but this CMDF.
For all l know, it could stand for Consolidated
Mobilization of Delinquent Females.
Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.
Say that again.
We can reduce anything down to any size.
People, ships, tanks, planes.
l've heard some wild ones, but this takes it.
We can shrink an army.
Put it in a bottle cap.
That's why we call it
Combined Miniature Deterrent Forces.
lf the other side gets that...
They have.
But we both have the same problem:
lack of control.
They can only miniaturize things
for exactly 60 minutes.
After that everything starts growing
back to its original size.
- l assume Benes knows how to control it.
- Yes. He wanted us to have the secret.
- That's why they tried to kill him.
- They'll try again.
No wonder you want me to stand by
at the operation.
And take a little trip with him.
Trip? Where to?
The only way we can reach that clot
is from inside the brain.
So we'll put a surgical team
and crew into a submarine,
reduce it way down in size
and inject it into an artery.
- You mean l'm going along?
- As part of the crew, yes.
Wait a minute. They can't shrink me.
- We can shrink anything.
- l don't want to be miniaturized.
- lt's just for an hour.
- Not even for a minute.
Sir, l really think you should reconsider.
l just don't think l'm right for this job.
Grant, you're going to a briefing.
Miss Peterson volunteered to come.
So did every male technician. A woman
has no place on a mission of this kind.
- l insist on taking my technician.
- You'll take along who l assign.
Don't tell me who l'm going to work with -
not on this operation.
l'll do what l think is best
without interference!
Dr Duval has relied
on Miss Peterson for years.
And since she wants to come along,
l think it's for the best, Dr Reid.
Well, l disagree with you.
Since you're in charge, do as you please.
But l want it on record l'm against it.
Grant, Colonel Reid, operational commander.
You met our medical chief.
- Dr Duval, head surgeon.
- l've heard of you.
Miss Peterson, his assistant.
And Captain Bill Owens,
designer of an experimental submarine
for the Navy's research program.
- Out of your element, Captain?
- Sort of.
- That makes two of us.
- Grant is uniquely suited to this mission.
He's a communications expert
and he was a frogman during the war.
Besides, he brought Benes into this country.
The fewer people who know that, the better.
You'll find Grant invaluable should anything
go wrong once you're underway.
OK, Don.
Here's the overall target area.
Doctor?
Benes's brain. As near as
we can map it stereotaxically.
The clot is right here.
lt's impossible to get at
without damage to the intervening tissue,
which would prove fatal to Benes.
The only way to reach it
is via the arterial system.
Phase one calls for
miniaturizing a submarine,
with crew and surgical team,
and injecting it into the carotid artery.
How small will it be?
About the size of a microbe.
We're putting Benes in deep hypothermia.
What?
That's freezing him
as low as is compatible with human life.
lt'll slow down his heartbeat, circulation
and all other physical processes.
Even so, Colonel, because of our size -
l mean, the lack of it -
we'll still be cruising pretty fast.
We'll be smashed to bits
if there's turbulence.
The only danger of turbulence
is in the heart,
and we're not going through it.
Once in the carotid artery,
we remain within the arterial system
until we reach the point of the damage,
where Dr Duval will attempt
to dissolve the clot with a laser beam.