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and, still connected by the clear plastic umbilical cord to

the rearview mirror, he gives the watching multitude of

Highway Patrol the Big Middle Finger.

FRANKS POINT OF VIEW: Vista of crackling Highway

Patrol cars and Philadelphia police, watching him

helplessly humiliate them from behind the protective

gates of the military base.

Finally, Frank bends over and pats his ass, waving his

fingers from his rear at them.

FRANK'S POINT OF VIEW: This was the limit the law

can endure. Virtually at the same instant the cars fly after

Frank in hot pursuit, heading onto the base, while Frank

slams his car door on himself and takes off in the Merc.

INSIDE FRANK'S MERC - NIGHT Frank puts the pedal to

the metal.

FRANK: Whooo ha! Destiny rides again!

He laughs a bit crazily, but he seems to have a good

enough reason.

ROCKLAND AIR FORCE BASE - CARNIVAL LIGHTS OF

CEMENT FIELD OF ICBM SILOS - NIGHT

The Base's missile encampment is now aflame with

lights, almost festive, like the lights of giant oil refineries.

SIRENS BLARE their strange warning sounds, as if from

the throats of huge metal locusts. At the edge of the field

the tank is stuck in the concrete drainage ditch. Lt.

Wharton steps out of the canteen truck he's comandeered;

it's got a flat tire.

General Yeager jumps off his half-track, which barely