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[Man 1] It looks good
at NASA One.

[Man 2] Roger.
BCS arm switch is on.

[Man 1] Okay, Victor.

[Man 2] Landing rocket
arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle.
Circuit breakers in.

- [Steve] We have separation.
- [Man 2] Roger.

[Man 3] Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm coming forward
with the side stick.

- [Man 1] All looks good.
- [Man 2] Uh, roger.

[Steve] I've got a blow out,
damper three!

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to 0.
- [Steve] Pitch is out!

[Steve] I can't hold altitude!

[Man 2] Correction,
Alpha Hold is off.

Turn selectors... Emergency!

[Steve] Flight Com,
I can't hold it!

She's breaking up!
She's breaking...

[explosion]

[Rudy] Steve Austin, astronaut,

a man barely alive.

[Oscar] Gentlemen,
we can rebuild him.

We have the technology.

We have the capability to make
the world's first bionic man.

Steve Austin will be that man.

Better than he was before.

Better, stronger, faster.

[whirring]

[theme music]

[Oscar] Memo, for eyes only,

to the Secretary,
from Oscar Goldman.

Dear Mr. Secretary,

I've received word
less than an hour ago

that Project Hornet is operational.

I am flying to San Diego
in ten minutes

to personally supervise its delivery.

Regarding the report
that a mercenary army

is being recruited for a mission

against this country or our allies,

please be advised
that Colonel Steve Austin

attached to the Office
of Scientific Intelligence

went undercover three days ago
in an attempt

to infiltrate
said mercenary army.

Since then,
we've heard nothing from him.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Hyah!

- Not bad.
- [Steve] That's kid stuff.

You wouldn't think so
if that was your neck.

- Can you do it, pal?
- Well, do birds fly?

[scoffs] You got another board?

Uh, you got something
a little thicker?

How thick do you want it?

- This will do.
- I'll say this for you, pal.

You talk a good one.

[crash]

Not a bad trick.

But what do you say to this?
[grunts]

I'd say don't do that.

What's the matter, pretty boy?
You can't take it, huh?

[groans]

I don't like it.

Hey, maybe pretty boy's
a little better than you think.

Yeah, well, let's find out, huh?

[grunting]

[grunting]

You move pretty good there,
mister, uh...

- Ferguson.
- Ferguson.

- Haven't we met before?
- I don't think so.

What do you do for a living?

Uh, bulldog refrigerators,
freezers, major appliances.

- Doesn't pay too good, does it?
- Ah, two bills a week.

[laughs]

To me, good is 15.

Well, it can't be legal.

It's not. You interested?

Well, 15 bills a week,
I'd force myself.

All right.
I need your driver's license

and your, uh,
social security number.

- What's your phone number?
- 555-2883.

You'll hear from us... maybe.

Callahan,
I'm calling from San Diego.

Have you heard
from Colonel Austin yet?

[Callahan] No, sir.

Well, when you do,
tell him his contact will be Woronski.

[Callahan] W--Woron, who?

Woronski. W-O-R-O-N-S-K-I.

He just returned
from an assignment in Europe.

He's a top man.
When I heard he was available,

I contacted him and asked him
to work with Steve.

[Callahan] Okay, Mr. Goldman.
I'll tell Colonel Austin.

Callahan, I'm counting on you
to coordinate this now.

[Callahan] Won't let you down,
Mr. Goldman.

Well, Oscar,
I just got their call.

I'm in their private army.

- Callahan.
- Hi.

- W--where's Oscar?
- Don't worry.

He's working on something
called Project Hornet,

but, uh,
he briefed me completely.

Yeah, well, he was supposed
to get me a backup agent.

I know. That's why I'm here.

To get you an undercover agent
you can relay information to.

Now I take it the mercenary
recruiter has talked to you?

Yeah, this morning.
They spent the day checking me out,

and they just called me.

I'm on my way to this warehouse
for a briefing.

Ah, good.
I'll inform Woronski.

Now are there any problems
or special instructions?

Yeah,
well, there is one problem.

The recruiting sergeant and I
have met before.

That's terrible.

Yeah,
but he doesn't remember where.

Oh, that's good.

But neither do I.

That's bad.

Anyway, run a check on him.
His name is Dave Harraway.

Uh, colonel, any idea
when they're shipping you out?

In the morning.
I'll let you know where

after tonight's briefing.

- Fine.
- Thanks, Callahan.

Bye, colonel. Good luck.

[dramatic music]

[chuckles] Sharp.

You look more like a major
than my old major did.

What about the army?
They buy it?

Well, why not?
My orders and, uh,

ID were perfect forgeries.

How about the real Major Pell?
No chance of him showing up?

[chuckles] He's 6000 miles away.

His fake orders read 30 days
detached service in Paris.

- How do they look to you?
- Well, they look tough enough.

Well, they hate the army,
they've blown it in civilian life,

and they love money.

What about the one
you thought you recognized?

What's his name? Uh, Ferguson.

It will come to me.

[telephone ringing]

- Woronski.
- [Woronksi] I'm in the hospital.

What's the matter with you, Woronski?

- [Woronski] Appendicitis.
- Oh, dear.

But weren't you supposed
to be Colonel Austin's contact?

- [Woronski] Hey, I'm sick.
- Hey, listen, Moronski.

I mean, I know if you gotta
have your appendix out,

you gotta have
your appendix out.

- [Woronski] Cover for me.
- Well, what should I do?

He already left
for the warehouse.

[Woronski] There's no time
to get anybody else, Callahan.

- [Woronski] You're it.
- Oh, yeah?

- [Woronski] Get going.
- Okay.

Right.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my dear.

[dramatic music]

Okay, men, let's go.
We're moving out now.

- What? You said in the morning.
- Orders have been changed.

Hey, I got a date tonight.

Oh, fine, Romley,
keep your date,

if she's more important
than 1500 a week.

I don't know.
I guess I'll never find out.

Come on, let's go.

Sarge, I need a half hour
to pick up my gear.

Everything you need
will be issued to you.

Let's go.

[Dave] Welcome to Camp Sta-Fit,
California.

Remember that.

Anyone comes by here
or you talk to anyone in town,

the story is
you're all tired businessmen.

You come here for one week
of health food

and physical conditioning.

Any questions?

All right, let's go to work.

[dramatic music]

[Harraway on speaker] Faster, you bums!

The last guy to catch up
with me goes without water!

[Steve] Hey, Nick, you shouldn't
be running on that leg.

Sorry, Ferguson. You were last.

I'm worried about you.
You better get the lead out.

How long you had a bum knee,
Nick?

What bum knee?

- It's gettin' a bit tough to hide.
- Is it bad?

It's bad enough to get me
washed out here.

But you need the money?

I need the money.

It's hard to find jobs
with a lousy leg.

Well, stick with me.
Maybe we can pull you through.

I owe you.

I said he gets no water.

Hey, look, it's my...

All right, rest period's over!
Let's get on it!

[dramatic music]

Ow!

That's another one
I owe you, buddy.

Hey, cut the talk
and get on with it!

[indistinct chatter]

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

[Harraway] All right, Ferguson, hold it!

You got just ten seconds to explain

before this thing goes off.

I am waiting, Ferguson!

- Hey, Ferguson.
- Yeah, Nick?

Where's the ball?
The guys are waiting on it.

Yeah, I got it.
It was on the roof just like you said.

[dramatic music]

Thanks, Nick.

Hey, man, you take chances.
Why?

I thought maybe our outfits
were up there.

Well, what's your rush?
What do you care

what kind of uniform you wear?

I was just curious.

Hey, I'll tell you something.
For 15 big ones a week,

I might go fight for the Martians.

[mellow music on jukebox]

No phone calls.

- Oh!
- Oh. Pardon me.

- Hey, honey, how about a dance?
- Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

We're not allowed to dance
with the customers.

Yeah, well,
I'm not a customer yet.

I haven't had a chance to order.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Now, what kind of music
do you like there, little girl?

Callahan,
what are you doing here?

I'm your contact.

- Does Oscar know about this?
- No, I couldn't reach him.

He was on his way to San Diego.

What happened to Woronski?

He's in the hospital. Appendix.

And Marley was sent
to the Middle East

and I--I was running out of time.

How'd you find me?

Well, I--I went to the warehouse

to, you know, wait outside and tell you
I couldn't find a backup man.

And you followed us from there?

To the airport.

I was on the same plane.

Hm? Hm, hm?

Nice going, Callahan.

[music on jukebox]

Can you get in touch
with Oscar now?

He should be
at the San Diego base by now.

Well, that's good.

Tell him I still don't know
where we're going,

but we'll be wearing
US Army uniforms.

US Army?

Any information on where
I might have met Harraway?

Not yet.

We're gonna need a place to meet

in case I need
to get in touch with you.

I'll be up in the hills
just north of your camp.

I've developed a new hobby.
It's called rock collecting.

But how will you get
a message to me?

I'll find a way.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Thanks for the dance, honey.
- Anytime.

Uh...

when you were in the, uh, navy,
were you an officer?

Hey, that's it.
That's where we met.

Sure. I was the admiral
in charge of the fleet.

[laughs]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[Oscar] Yes, Callahan.

Yes, you acted
with great enterprise.

Any news from Colonel Austin?

[Callahan] Yes.
He found the uniforms

and they are United States Army.

You're sure
he said US Army uniforms?

Yes, sir.

There's a major piece
still missing from this puzzle, Callahan.

[Callahan] You want me to do anything?

No, no, we can't act until Steve
finds out where they're going.

[Callahan] Then I'll just stay undercover.

That's right. Stay with it.

And let me know the minute
that you hear something.

Yes, sir.

- General.
- Oscar.

Well, here it is.

A new generation of guided missiles.

Three times the power
of an ordinary missile

and a guidance system
that's virtually foolproof.

Our job is to transport it
from San Diego here

to the Nevada testing site
without dropping it.

Oscar, this bird cost very close
to 30 million dollars.

Now you've laid out
a nice scenic route,

but doesn't it present
security problems?

Major?

[dramatic music]

This is Major Pell.

- He's in charge of security.
- Major.

We've established a checkpoint
every 10 miles along the way.

Besides that, Mr. Goldman
will be overhead in a helicopter

monitoring the progress of the convoy

continually every step of the way.

I'll be in charge of security

and I will travel with the missile.

Very well.

Hey, Ned. Come on!
Get off me!

[Harraway] All right! All right!
Whoa! Whoa!

Listen up!
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Come on. Hold it!

[laughs]

Okay. Training is finished.

Tomorrow we move out.

- Where?
- Hey, where?

Hang it up. Hang it up.

In the morning,
you'll be issued uniforms

and given your orders.

Why can't you tell us now?

Because I don't want
any of you bigmouths

spreading it around, that's why.

[laughing]

And no one leaves the camp

from now until we move out
in the morning.

Well, what are you talking about?
No last night in town?

- What is that?
- Come on, one last beer.

We'll have lights out at 10:00 tonight

and anyone outside the barracks
after that will be shot.

[dramatic music]

[chuckles] I don't think you're kidding.

- As long as it isn't 'Nam.
- What do you care where we go?

You've never been there, have you?

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

[beeping]

[thud]

[glass shatters]

[dramatic music]

- [Man 1] Maybe Angola.
- [Man 2] I figure it's the Congo.

[Man 1] No, I got it.
It's one of them Arab countries.

As long as it ain't 'Nam.

Hey, Ferguson,
where do you think you're goin'?

- Latrine.
- Hey, man, are you crazy?

The sarge upstairs is a heart attack.
You wanna get shot?

It's not 10:00 yet. I'll make it.

[dramatic music]

[fire crackling]

[fire crackling]

Hey, it ain't 10 o'clock yet.

What's the difference?

Hey, Ferguson?

Where's Ferguson?

[dramatic music]

Esposito, what happened?

I don't know.
It might be the generator.

Get on it.
I want those lights on.

[door opens]

- We're moving out tomorrow.
- Destination? Mission?

He won't tell us
till in the morning.

Well, how will you get word to me?

I'll leave a message
on the bulletin board

at the main barracks.

When we've cleared the area,
you come down and pick it up.

How much longer?

Uh, couple of minutes, about all.

I got that report on Harraway.

- He's a bad one.
- I know that.

He served in Vietnam
with the Air Force.

He lost his stripes inciting a riot

at a nightclub in Saigon
called Dirty Daisy's.

A year later,
he was made sergeant,

but he was caught
selling airplane parts

and, uh, that time
he was court-martialed.

Court-martialed.

I--I kind of thought
that would bring it back.

It sure does.
And I sat on the board that convicted him.

Mm-hmm. Colonel...

maybe you shouldn't go back.

What if he remembers?

Well, I just gotta find a way
to take his mind off of it.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

[dramatic music]

Okay, it's done.

Throw the switch.

Okay, come on.

You guys check over there.

I just remembered
where I met you.

This better be good.

Dirty Daisy's in Saigon.

The riot?

Yeah, you broke a chair
over my head.

Yeah, I remember.

Okay.

If it was you I hit.

It took a while,
but now we're square.

US Army? No way.

I won't go.

You really don't want me
to tell you what to do

with this uniform, do you?

Pick it up, Nicolini.

I went over the hill once.
If I gotta do it again,

that's okay, too.

You're not in the army,
the army is the target.

We're going to take on the US Army?

- That's right.
- Where's this gonna happen?

Right here.
We don't even leave California.

The army is moving
their Hornet missile

to Nevada for test firing

and we're gonna hijack it for the parts.

- Any questions?
- Yeah, I got a question.

This missile,
what if they don't wanna give it up?

That's a good one, Nicolini.
Come on over here

and I'll brief you
on the battle plan.

[dramatic music]

[Harraway] All right.
There's a convoy

that will be moving along here.

They've been on the road
for a couple of hours now.

The man in charge,
Major Pell, is one of us.

[dramatic music]

Come on, Ferguson, move it.
Move it!

Load up. Load up.

Think we ought to police up
the barracks?

Why?

When the army starts
looking for their bird,

they're bound to check
this place out.

All the garbage
we left around here,

they could pick up some leads.

Don't worry about it.
It's all being taken care of.

Move out.

[dramatic music]

[explosion]

[Callahan] How will you get word to me?

[Steve] I'll leave a message
on the bulletin board.

When we clear the area,
you come down and pick it up.

[dramatic music]

There's no message from Steve.

There's no way to get to Oscar.

Oh.

[dramatic music]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter approaching]

Uh, what's the problem here?

Uh, yeah, we got some bad cracks
have developed

from that tremor last week,
uh, Major.

Uh, so you're gonna
have to use the tunnel

that's under construction there.

- Is that safe?
- Oh, yes, sir.

It's just a lot of dust
and a road full of rocks.

So you slow down
about 5 miles an hour,

switch on your lights and...

- Mr. Goldman.
- I read you, Major.

No problem, we're gonna
have to use an alternate tunnel.

We'll be slowing down
to about 5 miles an hour.

Roger.

Turn on your lights and follow me.

Let's go.

Let's go!

[gas hissing]

[dramatic music]

Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Come on!

[Oscar] We're falling
behind schedule.

They should have been
out of there by now.

[laughing]

- Okay?
- We did it, man!

- We brought it off!
- Yeah, so far.

Oh, boy, what a team.

Ferguson and Nicolini,
we could open our own store.

[Oscar] Okay,
we're back on schedule.

[beeping]

I guess that guy up there
thinks everything's okay.

Yeah. If he gets suspicious
and comes down for a look,

Esposito and Kodin got orders
to blow him out of the sky.

Yeah.

This is Checkpoint 7 to Command.

We have the convoy spotted.

They are, uh, 15 seconds
behind schedule.

- We gotta get off this highway.
- Not yet.

There's a checkpoint on the left
we gotta pass first.

[Callahan] I am the one
who flagged you down.

I didn't burn those buildings.

Then what are you doing here?

Sheriff,
what's your security rating?

Ma'am?

Sheriff, look, I have to make
an important phone call.

You're just gonna have
to patch me through.

- Patch you through?
- Yeah.

- We passed it yet?
- Yeah.

Now we gotta get rid
of the chopper.

Okay, dump it.

[explosion]

Mr. Goldman, this is Major Pell.

We've lost a vehicle.
Two men aboard.

I see it, major. Looks bad.

Well, there's no way
we can get to it.

You'll have to drop down
and check for casualties.

Continue on and we'll catch up.

Right.

Drive on.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Okay, now we're clear.
Take the next side road.

[dramatic music]

[laughing]

Looks like they thought
of everything.

[dramatic music]

[device beeping]

Anything, Jim?

This is Oscar Goldman speaking.

[Man 3] Checkpoint 8, sir.
Have you investigated the accident?

Yes, the pilot and I
have searched the whole area.

We found the Jeep,
but we can't find the two men.

[Man 3] Something else, sir.

The convoy is over
three minutes late.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

They will have had to have
passed Checkpoint 8 by now.

[Man 3] No, sir,
we've had no sign of them.

All right,
we're going back up.

Jim, we're going back up.

Goldman speaking.

[Callahan] Mr. Goldman, this is Callahan.

Callahan, I don't have time
to talk to you now.

[Callahan] Mr. Goldman,
the mercenaries

moved out this morning.

Steve was with them,
but I don't know where they went.

Wait a minute.

Didn't Steve say something about
issuing some Army uniforms?

- [Callahan] Yes, sir.
- All right, thanks, Callahan.

Looks like a band of mercenaries
have stolen our missile.

Let's get out of here, Jim.

[Harraway] Hey! Careful, careful!

Come on, Ferguson,
what's the holdup?

- Well, this plate's frozen.
- Well, put some muscle into it.

Harraway, can't you move them?

Look, these guys aren't technicians.

If I push'em too hard,
they're gonna break something.

Come on, Nicolini, get the lead out!

Or what?
You're gonna court-martial me?

What? Court-martial?

[Judge] A decision in the case
of Sergeant Dave Harraway.

The members of the court-martial

Lieutenant Colonel
Aaron Clemmens,

Major Martin Lanning
and Major Steve Austin...

Major Steve Austin.

Major Steve Austin.

[dramatic music]

Okay, Ferguson,
if you can't handle the job,

just get out of there and I'll
get somebody in there who can!

- All right, all right.
- [Harraway] Kodin, get in here!

What was that all about?

I just remembered
where I know Ferguson from.

Well?

When I was court-martialed,
he was Major Austin.

So he's a plant.

Yeah, but don't worry about it.
We're gonna plant him, all right.

You take this last case
of explosives

and put it in the back
of that Jeep and cover it.

All right, you guys,
out of those uniforms and fast.

[indistinct chatter]

- Careful.
- I got it.

Okay, lock that up
and then all you guys line up

and get paid off.

- Gettin' paid?
- All right!

Bread on the table
and shoes on the feet.

Oscar.

[Steve] Oscar, can you hear me?

- Steve!
- [Harraway] Ferguson!

[Oscar] Have you got the missile?
Where are you?

Oscar, just listen. We're at...

Ferguson!

Steve!

Nothing.

You wanna get paid, don't you?

Sure,
I wouldn't wanna miss that.

Esposito.

Hey, next time you get
another easy job like this,

you let me know, huh?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, now, uh,
we don't wanna attract

any attention on the road,
so we're all gonna split up.

You three guys take that sedan
and head east.

You and your buddy Nicolini,
take that Jeep and follow me.

At the highway intersection,
you guys go south,

Pell and I will go west.

- Okay.
- Let's get out of here.

[Man 3] This is Checkpoint 8.

Still no sign of the convoy,
Mr. Goldman.

[Oscar] They've got to be
somewhere

between Checkpoint 7 and 8.

[laughs] You should have seen
Harraway's face

when I kidded him
about court-martialing me.

[laughs]

Well, what do you mean?

Well, he looked like
he sees a ghost

and then
he starts yelling at you.

- Ah, he remembered.
- [Nick] Huh?

Nothing.

[Oscar] Where are you, Steve?

[laughs]

[beeping]

- It's a double-cross!
- What?

- Bail out!
- Are you kidding?

Jump! Jump!

[explosion]

I'd say Major Austin has held
his last court-martial.

[Pell] Mm-hmm.

- Oh!
- Are you all right?

Yeah, what happened?
It went up like a bomb.

- Yeah, it was a bomb.
- How do you know?

I'm gonna go for help.
Good luck, Nick.

Yeah, you, too, buddy.

It was a great war while it lasted.

[dramatic music]

- [Harraway] Hey, what the...
- [Pell] Get him off!

How?

I can't see!

[intense music]

[Pell] Look out!

[crash]

[beeping]

[mellow music]

Check on a Major Sidney Pell

who's on detached service in Paris.

Right.

Bye.

That major's gonna be
mighty unhappy

when he finds out
that his assignment in Paris

has been cut short.

- They check out the components?
- Nothing missing.

The regular army people
were found locked in a van

safe, healthy, a little groggy.

- Want another beer?
- Sure.

Miss, can I have
another beer, please?

Did they get the mercenaries?

By the way,
a man named Nicolini...

he told me to say hello.

When he gets out of jail,
he wants to look you up.

He says that you two
would make a--a great team.

Oh, okay.

Callahan.

Yes, sirs.

- Callahan, the case is closed.
- It is?

- And you did a great job.
- Thank you, sir.

Well, Callahan,
you're finished here.

- Well, not exactly.
- Huh?

Hi.

See, it's a--
it's a really lovely town

and, um, the people
are really very friendly.

Excuse me, please.

- Hi.
- Hi.

[theme music]