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Our story so far.

Cut the magnetic power!

The Weather Control Machine
is far too massive to steal

without very special
arrangements.

Robots?

The perfect women.

And as beautiful or as deadly
as I choose to make them.

They're really remarkable.

Good morning, Miss Callahan.
Good morning, Mr. Goldman.

Make immediate arrangements
to kidnap Oscar Goldman.

Who're you? And
where is Oscar Goldman?

She's dangerous. Capture.

It looks like she's beginning
to reject her bionics.

You recall that the Weather Control
Machine was my basic concept?

I'm gonna get control of the
working model of that machine,

and you're going to help me.

So your Colonel Austin has
discovered where we are.

Steve.

Oscar.

Where are the rest?

Well, I'm it.

This is Oscar Goldman.

I want the components of
the Weather Machine flown

to Saint Emile Island in
the Caribbean immediately.

Rudy, they're robots.

Oscar, it's Rudy.

I'm in Jaime's room,
and we have a problem.

What is it, Rudy?

Well, I know it's ridiculous,
but she just woke up screaming

that she had proof that you
were one of Franklin's robots.

Hanson! That's
not Oscar Goldman!

Kill him, Hanson!

Hey, those have to be
50-mile an hour winds!

Very good, my dear.

Would you like to
see them increased

to a force powerful enough
to destroy this building?

This city? I can
do it, you know.

This is only a warning.

And now the conclusion of "Kill
Oscar" on The Bionic Woman.

The Rhodesian Prime Minister has
declined to comment on the Angolan charges

other than to brand them
as gross exaggerations.

On the national scene,
weather is running

a close second
to politics today.

A series of unseasonable storms began
striking the southeast shortly before dawn.

While there have been no reports
of extensive damage thus far,

rain and severe wind
conditions cover an arc

from Louisiana
to North Carolina.

The National Weather Service
has offered no explanation

beyond admitting they
don't know what is causing

the unusual low pressure
area responsible for the storms.

We've tried to contact
Oscar Goldman,

the Director of the Office of
Scientific Intelligence for his comments.

We've been informed that Mr. Goldman
is unavailable at the moment.

Now it begins.

Wonder what Franklin's
got for an encore.

Steve, we have a
meeting at the Pentagon...

Jaime, get back in bed.

I feel fine.

Now, you let me
be the judge of that.

All your tests aren't in yet.

Rudy, I don't have time to
be sick anymore. I really don't.

My bionics are fine.
What do you want, proof?

Okay, I will give you proof.

Here's proof right here.

This trick's a little easier
with a tennis ball, but...

Oh, you're in trouble now, Jaime.
That's destroying hospital property.

That's a felony if they
want to press charges.

Oh, dear. You will wait for
me, won't you, till I get out?

Sure.

Okay. So what?
Am I cured, or what?

Okay. Okay. Your arm
may be all right, but...

That's right. Maybe your
arm is okay. But you're right.

We have to check and
see how her legs are.

See if they're strong enough.

Uh, why don't you kick in
the bathroom door, Jaime?

Good idea. Wonder
why I didn't think of that.

Okay. Okay. I'll
take your prognosis.

Thank you.

But what's happening
at the Pentagon?

They're gearing up
for full scale combat

against Franklin and
the Weather Machine.

All air crew personnel

report to your squadron
operations immediately.

All air crew personnel report to
your squadron operations immediately.

Now hear this. Now hear this.

This is not a drill. General
Quarters. General Quarters.

All hands, man
your battle stations.

I say again, all hands,
man your battle stations.

So far, gentlemen, this is the
area the storm has covered,

from Galveston up
through Northern Virginia.

What exactly seems to
be happening, Mr. Hanson?

Can Franklin
pinpoint his targets?

There's no evidence that he can aim
the machine with any amount of accuracy,

but he can disrupt
normal air patterns

and create instability
in broad areas.

Now, this is his present
base of operation,

Saint Emile Island. It's 90
miles south and east of Jamaica.

We've triangulated this position
from the satellite he's using

to laser-bounce the
electromagnetic waves of the system.

Now, ever since he's put
this machine into operation,

he's caused a
pebble-in-a-pond effect.

Storms rotating around the
island moving outwardly and with

a great effect on the
upper atmosphere.

Now, the winds created have carried
large masses of warm tropical air

into the southern
interior of the US,

and wherever they've collided
with the normal colder patterns,

the storm fronts have resulted.

Has he made any specific
demands on us yet?

Only one.

That we acquiesce and
admit that he's superior to us.

When we do that, he says
he'll tell us what he wants.

Unconditional surrender?

It's ridiculous.

I think everyone at this
table understands that.

But we can't lose sight of the
fact that sitting on this little island,

he's virtually
laying siege to us.

And so far, we haven't
been able to, uh,

come up with any sure
way of hitting back at him.

Why don't we just launch a few of our
missiles and shoot his satellites down,

or put a warhead in his lap?

Dr. Wells of the OSI
said the ion exchange

caused by the Weather
Machine could seriously

disorient the internal
guidance systems.

If that's so, the missiles could
possibly drop in populated areas.

As long as we're
considering humanity,

Oscar Goldman is
a dear and old friend.

Is any consideration being given
to the fact that he's still a hostage?

No. Goldman established that if he
were captured, he was to be killed.

All right, Mr. Hanson. How do
you see our present alternatives?

Limited.

But in order of
preference, Plan One.

An immediate coordinated
attack against Saint Emile Island,

using tactical bombers
and the Seventh Fleet.

The necessary units
are all on standby alert.

Plan Two.

Negotiate with Franklin
while seeking scientific

countermeasures to the
Weather Control System.

This presupposes that he'll
give us the time that we need.

Plan Three.

Take everything he can throw at
us until we can destroy the satellites.

Dr. Wells has
arrived, Mr. Hanson.

Hello, Rudy. Steve.

Admiral, it's good
to see you, sir.

May I present Miss
Jaime Sommers.

- How do you do, Admiral?
- Miss Sommers.

Oh.

Mr. Hanson, does the young lady
have clearance to be in this room?

Miss Sommers is a
Security-Six OSI agent.

Colonel Austin and I can
personally vouch for her.

That sounds like
enough clearance to me.

Dr. Wells worked with
Franklin at the OSI.

I've asked him to give us a
psychological profile on him.

Well, gentlemen, the Franklin that I
knew was a deeply frustrated man.

His theories were
not well received,

so he had a deep need
to prove himself right.

Now, I think that's what
he's trying to do now,

prove himself right,
only on a larger scale.

Now, he's put
himself out on a limb,

and to protect himself, he
has to make us surrender

because he knows we'll
try to destroy his base.

What would he need to feel safe?

Who knows? Maybe enough materials
to build several thousand more robots.

Obviously, he's not gonna
be safe off the island,

so he has to build a
life and a kingdom there.

With lifelong rights for
endless demands, huh?

No. No, sir. No, thank you.

Doctor, we've just received
some high-resolution

satellite pictures of
Saint Emile Island.

Would you, uh, care
to comment on them?

It's ingenious.

He's built these cloud patterns

into a defensive low-pressure
zone around the island.

By keeping that zone stationary,

the island is virtually centered
in the eye of a hurricane,

and invulnerable to attack.

With all respect, Doctor, we don't
only fight on sunny summer days.

Our attack units are designed
for all-weather capability.

I know that.

But Franklin's helped by the ideal
conditions in the hurricane belt.

He can maintain this zone and still
have maximum power reserves available

to bring devastation down on us,
the likes of which we can only imagine.

So how much weather
is all-weather, Admiral?

I guess we'll see, won't we?

Gentlemen, I recommend that we
proceed with Plan One immediately.

Do I have your permission?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Admiral, will you
issue the attack order?

Gentlemen, please let us
get Oscar off the island first.

That subject has been discussed
and closed, Miss Sommers.

Well, then let's
reopen it, Mr. Hanson.

Miss Sommers, we really can't
worry about Goldman at this point.

We've got to stop
this man Franklin

before his Weather Machine can
devastate large areas of the planet.

Get me the fleet commander.

Admiral Richter?

Come on, Jaime. It's
a lost cause. Well...

Come on.

Scramble. Scramble.

All air operations
crews to the flight line.

Pilots, man your planes.

Road Runner 48, you are
cleared for immediate takeoff.

Proceed with
pre-planned attack profile.

Rendezvous with
forward air control Wolf 02

at one 115 degrees for 76.

For 76 nautical
miles off Drake Tacan.

Report armament
available to Wolf.

Mission identifier
Operation Thor.

Wolf 02 will coordinate attack of
Navy and Air Force fighter bombers

with laser and electronic
optically guided bombs

following the first
wave of B-52s,

which have estimated
on-target time of 1318, 1318 Zulu.

Latest intelligence
confirms pre-mission briefing.

Negative aerial opposition and
negative ground fire anticipated.

They're coming now.
Surface and air units.

Present position, 800 kilometers
on bearing 342 degrees.

Speed, mach 1.2 and closing.

So, they want a fight.

Did you imagine for one
minute that they wouldn't?

For their sake, I'm
sorry they didn't.

Advance gale force 65 knots.

So you see, we're
not giving up, Jaime.

All we need is an
atomic submarine.

How do we get a sub?

Here's your answer.

Steve. Miss Sommers.
What are you doing here?

Well, Admiral, we're
just, uh, waiting for you.

You know, Jaime, in
case you haven't heard,

Admiral Richter here is known
as the bad boy of the Navy.

Not to my face, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

But you are known for your
unorthodox approach, right?

And you've never been
afraid of trying new methods.

Get to the point.

Well, we are, sir, without
sounding ridiculous.

You see, we don't think that the fleet
has a chance of reaching Saint Emile.

But Jaime and I could, if, uh...

If you'd just lend
us an atomic sub.

You're right. You
sound ridiculous.

You think we can order
an attack sub like a taxi?

Hey, cabbie, take
me to the West Indies?

Admiral, uh...

Your reputation says that
you've never been afraid

to buck the establishment
for a good plan.

Now, I think our plan is very
good, and I wish you'd listen to it.

I think I've already
heard enough.

You're both wrong
on several counts.

In the first place, I don't
buck the establishment.

I am the establishment.

I've had differences of opinion
with my colleagues on methods,

but I respect their
professional competence.

If they say the attack
units can get through,

I'll go along with them.

Do you believe them?

Look, I'd like to save Oscar
as much as you would.

Maybe more.

He was my executive officer for
intelligence until he left the Navy.

We sat in this room together
for four days and nights straight

during the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Then we went out and got
drunk together when it was over.

But if a strike unit of the US
Navy can't destroy Franklin's base,

what can you and
this pretty young lady

possibly hope to accomplish?

Show him your stuff.

Well, he's gotta know.

Solid brass, Admiral?

Yes.

It's called bionics.

Bionics? Of course.

Rudy and I discussed the
possibility several years ago.

But I didn't know there
were any working models.

The legs, too?

And an eye. I got an ear.

Get me the commanding
officer of the attack sub Stingray

at San Juan Naval Station.

Now hear this. Now hear this.

All hands, rig for
heavy weather stations.

The task force is still
advancing, Dr. Franklin.

Advance the set to 75 knots.

Franklin, the
machine is unstable.

No telling what it'll
do at that setting.

True, but I know what the task
force will do if I don't stop them.

Wolf Leader, this is Road
Runner 01. We're over the weather.

Franklin's ion discriminator
is fouling our radar.

There's no way we
can get through. Over.

Roger, Road Runner
01. Return to base.

Very well. I don't want
any losses for no purpose.

Signal operation suspended and
order all units back to calmer waters.

I see. No, no, hold the second
wave of fighters until further orders.

That puts us back to where
we started. To square one.

Not quite. I've hedged our bet.

An unusual invasion force is
headed for Saint Emile Island

aboard the Stingray
at this moment.

You dispatched a nuclear submarine
without coordinating it with us?

Couldn't hurt.

Now you'd better
explain what you're up to.

I don't like you taking matters
into your own hands, Richter.

Present reading is 50
degrees, 20 minutes north,

68 degrees, 7 minutes
west, Commander.

Very well.

Our present position is 500 miles
northeast of Saint Emile, Colonel.

Our best speed will put you on
the island by 1000 hours tomorrow.

That's great. Great.

Heavy weather dead
ahead, Commander.

Clear the decks. Dive. Dive.

Their units have withdrawn.

Reduce gale set to 50 knots.

Well, Oscar.

Aren't you going to tell
me I can't get away with it?

What do you want, Franklin?

I'm not sure now.

What should one want
when one can have anything?

I admit I'm enjoying
the moment immensely.

All the people who
said I was wrong

have been forced to
watch me proved right.

I've repelled the US
Navy and Air Force.

I've made fools of the OSI.

Achievements no one has
ever accomplished before.

It's heady stuff, Oscar.

I might even say delicious.

Get them out of here.

We're 10 miles from
Saint Emile, Commander.

Surface conditions
remain at heavy gale.

Very well. Maintain
present course and speed.

Now, this is our most recent
navigational chart of the island.

This dam was built while there were
still sugarcane plantations on the island.

The soil gave out several years
ago and they were abandoned.

Where do you think Franklin
would've put his headquarters?

Here, I'd imagine, in the valley
below the dam. It's the most protected.

Then we should
land on the other side,

cross the mountains about here,

infiltrate down
past the lake, and...

And see what happens.

Well, something like that.

Anyway, memorize this
in case we get separated.

If we do, you head for the
dam above his complex.

We'll meet there
if we can make it.

What's the present
weather conditions?

This is our most
recent transmission.

The eye of the hurricane is
holding right over Saint Emile.

Oh, nice. Sunny
summer skies for him,

50 miles an hour
offshore winds for us.

Well, some guys just
don't like to share, that's all.

We'll put you ashore on a raft

as soon as we hit the calmer
waters around the island.

Bottom coming up
fast, Commander.

Present reading
210 Fathoms, 200...

190...

Forward-looking sonar
shows a reef rising ahead.

As you can see, he's got a
natural submarine net there.

We can go over it, but it'll
put us up in the weather.

Rise to periscope depth.
Reduce speed to two thirds.

Diving planes up angle 10.

Clear ballast tanks
to positive buoyancy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Depth to keel, 160.

150.

Beautiful right arm.

Very heavy surface
turbulence, Commander.

It's worse than I thought.

Take her down 200
feet. All engines stop.

Aye, aye, sir.

That's it. The mission
will have to be scrubbed.

We can't launch a raft in this.

No, wait a minute. Now, I've bailed
out of a sub the hard way before.

You got a scuba suit aboard?

Two suits. Two suits.

Now wait a minute, Jaime. You're
not going out of a torpedo tube.

Now, you felt the sub.
It'll be rough out there.

You never promised
me a rose garden.

No, forget it.

Commander.

Can an Air Force officer
aboard a Navy submarine

give orders to a civilian who
isn't listening to him anyway?

Now leave me
out of this, you two.

We've got two suits up in
the forward torpedo room.

You decide what happens.

Two suits.

I still wish you
were staying aboard.

Hey, how dangerous
can this be? Really?

On a scale of one
to 10, about 12.

I've got good news. The
prevailing current is toward the land.

Well, then don't
fight it. Just ride it in.

Okay?

Open them up.

Ladies first.

Okay. Here we go.

Does the tube fill
up with water fast?

Yeah. It'll be dark
and a little scary.

Good, good.

See you ashore.

Get your masks and breathing gear
into place as soon as we close you in.

You'll have 10 seconds
before the tubes flood.

Open the outer doors.

Tubes flooded for release, sir.

Flood number one.

Flood number two.

Can they make it, sir?

They've got very
special qualities.

If anybody can survive out
there, they've got the best chance.

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Oh, come on. If I
made it, you can.

Steve?

Dr. Franklin, we've got
an intruder in sector three.

What? That's impossible.

Come look. It's a woman.

Jaime Sommers.

Follow her. And get
Oscar Goldman in here.

They've lost her temporarily.

You two join the hunt.

She won't get far.

Well, Oscar, your bionic
woman is on the island.

Turn on the helicopter speaker.

Miss Sommers?

Miss Sommers, I know
you're down there somewhere.

This is Dr. Franklin.

You know I have Oscar
Goldman as my hostage.

Give yourself up
immediately or I'll kill him.

I'm not bluffing. Here
he is. Listen to him.

Make your own personal appeal.

Jaime.

You know my orders
concerning capture.

Carry them out.

Very noble.

But I don't believe
they'll do that.

The strike force obviously would
have killed me if they'd gotten through.

So will Jaime Sommers
and Steve Austin.

But they're your
friends. I saw that.

The girl was particularly
concerned for you.

They have their
orders, Franklin.

My orders.

Besides, whether you decide
to kill me or not, Franklin,

they won't stop
till they get to you.

You may be right, Oscar.

Killing you serves no purpose.

I'll just have to make sure
they don't reach here alive.

Won't I?

In case we get separated, head
for the dam above his complex.

We'll meet there
if we can make it.

There she is.

She's made
considerable progress.

Don't hurt her.

She was not invited.

She'll have to pay
the price of admission.

Recalibrate the ion discriminator
to the factor of plus four.

Won't that bring the hurricane
winds onto the island?

Yes, it may.

But we've got to slow her down
till our fembots can get to her.

I told you I'd find
a way to stop her.

And I will.

We lost her again, but
we know she's in the area.

Fembot Number Six.

Proceed to the forest area.

Capture the girl
and bring her here.

If she tries to
resist, kill her.

Gentlemen, may I have your
attention up at the screen, please?

We've just received a new
picture from the weather satellite

that shows a
strange development.

Notice how the storm
is advancing inland.

Now, we don't know whether Franklin
is doing that himself for some reason,

or if it's the instability of the Weather
Machine that Dr. Wells told us about.

What do you make of it, Rudy?

I can think of two good reasons

why Franklin would bring
the storm to the island.

Jaime and Steve.

Now, he could be fighting one
of them or both of them with it.

Admiral Richter, what's the
report on Austin and Sommers?

They were launched from the
Stingray under very adverse conditions.

I suggest we re-launch
our strike force.

If Franklin is diverting power,
then it's possible that our

attack units might get through.

Until Franklin increases
the intensity of the storm,

and then we're right
back where we started.

Right. I think it very possible that
Colonel Austin and Miss Sommers

made their way
safely to the island,

and what we're seeing on the map

is Franklin's close-range
attempt to stop them.

You're asking us
to rely on two people

rather than the combined
strength of our forces.

General, these are
two very special people.

Doctor, our first regard must
be for getting the battle won.

That's right.

Conditions for a new attack
are better now for our operations

and safer for our men
than they were yesterday.

And we must take
immediate advantage of this.

Jerry, I understand
your problem.

But if Miss Sommers and Austin
managed to fight their way ashore,

they deserve their chance.

What do you think, Hanson?

If they're alive
and fighting that,

I'd hate to think that our own bombers
will suddenly be clobbering them.

Still no sight of her.

Three and Five, recheck
the beach perimeter.

Number Six, continue
searching the forest.

Dr. Franklin, negative
reception on Fembot Six.

It could be a
transmission failure.

Did you see Sommers
before it happened?

No. It just stopped sending.

Number Five is
functioning properly.

Number Three is
transmitting all right.

Who's that?

Another intruder.

Probably Miss Sommers'
male counterpart, Steve Austin.

Go help capture.

Helicopter.

Colonel Austin has been
sighted in sector two.

Proceed there immediately.

We know you're
there, Colonel Austin.

Steve?

You may as well give up.

I let you win the
last fight with them,

but that's not in
my plans this time.

Keep after him.

Okay, baby, you're first.

There's Number Six.

Must've been a
transmission problem.

Steve, it's me.

Jaime.

Listen, we'd better make this look
good. I'm gonna give you a kick.

There's something
strange about her.

Isolate Fembot Six.

That's Jaime Sommers.

Get them.

Number Five, help capture.

Number Three,
disable the helicopter.

Let's get outta here,
Jaime. This bird won't fly.

Don't let them escape.

Get up. Get up.
Follow them. Quickly!

Keep them in sight.

Keep after him.
Don't let him get away.

We've got to slow them down till
the fembots can catch up with them.

Bring the storm in closer.

Raise the gale
level to 80 knots.

No. We don't know
what'll happen.

We've got to slow them down!

Come on, Jaime.
Now I can move faster.

It must be Steve
and Miss Sommers.

I almost wish it wasn't.

Now they have to take on
the full force of a hurricane.

Colonel Austin and Miss
Sommers are quite extraordinary,

but they're no match
for the forces of nature.

The dam above our
complex is filling too fast.

Water level rising at
3.1 meters per hour.

4.7 meters per hour.

Open the flood gates.

Water level still rising.

The gates can't
control the run-off.

We've got to slow them down.

No. It's too dangerous
to set it higher.

Please, Doctor, the
system's unstable now.

That's our asset.

The overload will
build the electric storm.

Their bionic limbs will draw
it to them like lightning rods.

Now get out of my way!

The dam's on the
other side of that hill.

Steve.

Come on, Jaime.
They're right behind us.

There they are. Go after them.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster. Catch them!

Thunder terrifies me.

The time for terror is when
the thunder stops, Callahan.

Franklin won't stop this thunder until
he's sure that Steve and Jaime are dead.

We've got to get across the
dam to Franklin's complex.

Lightning might get
us. Our bionics attract it.

Well, the faster we
get past it, the better.

Let's go.

Stop the lightning before
the fembots get to the dam.

It'll strike them.

We can't. The
storm's out of control.

The lightning's
almost hitting them.

But it's getting close
to the fembots, too.

No!

Number One, Katy,
get off the dam.

No.

Dr. Franklin, the lightning
has weakened the dam.

The dam is breaking up.

What are you gonna
do with us, Franklin?

You don't matter to me
now, Oscar. You're free to go.

This complex is
about to be destroyed.

Come with us.

I don't think so.

The least I can do is
to match your example.

Hurry, please.

Where's Dr. Franklin?
Back there.

Get out fast. To high ground.

Doctor. Miss Sommers.

Apparently, Rudy
Wells was right.

His bionics unit's more
effective than my robots.

Or to put it more simply,
humans are superior to machines.

Doctor...

Doctor, would you
come with me, please?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm not being heroic in
any Wagnerian sense,

but I'd rather
have it like that.

Anything else will
be an anticlimax.

I think you'd better
go rather quickly.

You are coming with me.

Doctor, would you
like me to carry you?

Good Lord, you wouldn't do that?

I certainly would, and
you know that I can.

Okay.

Leave me my dignity. Please.

That's up to you, Doctor.

Miss Sommers, you're a very
determined young woman...

Yes. With a mind of her own.

I always said that was
a defect in a woman.

Let's go.

Come on, Doctor. Please, hurry.

They'll send a boat
to take us home.

Are you still sorry that I
had you come with us?

I must admit, Doctor, you have
done some pretty amazing things.

Perhaps, but I'm
not feeling particularly

optimistic at the moment.

I'm beginning to think the biggest
thing in nature is man's ego.

His claim to omnipotence.

The smallest thing is his
real power to control events.

His own destiny in particular.

Let's go home.

I don't know.

Sometimes it seems the things
that aren't really controllable

are the best things of all.