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[intense music]

[Steve] Last week
on part one of "Death Probe..."

Band leader, Zulu Four leader.

Flagged in position, missiles armed.

Roger, Zulu Four.

Bogey will arrive
at your position in...

estimate ten seconds or less.

Seven, six...

[whooshing]

Zulu Four, bogey has arrived
at your position.

- Can you pursue?
- Pursue?

I can't even see it anymore.

Well, we tracked it on the radar
for ten minutes.

It was traveling at Mach 4.

That sounds like a spacecraft,
not an aircraft.

That's why
they couldn't catch it.

A spacecraft comes down
out of the stratosphere,

not across the horizon.

Well, I take it that's what's
got the secretary worried.

Exactly. It's a threat
to our national defense.

[Woman 1] It's landing, general.

- Where?
- The United States.

That's impossible!

Cou--could you be mistaken?

[Woman 1] No, sir, no mistake.

Can you give me
a more definite area?

[Woman 1] Northern Wyoming.

See that all our best people
in the area are contacted.

We must reach it
before the Americans.

[whirring]

[crashing]

[crashing]

You stay away!
Stay away from me, you hear?

[whirring]

[rattling]

What would Russia
have to do with this?

I don't know, but she works
with Major Anatoli Popov.

- Who's Popov?
- Well...

He's a top Soviet agent
in North America.

We've been after him a long time.

Wait a minute, that farmer,

he fired a gun at the probe.

Yes, yes.
What's that to do with it?

Well, the probe sensors
could have read it

as a meteor shower
or volcanic activity.

If that happened,

the probe would put itself
on override.

There's nothing on Earth
that can stop it now.

[whirring]

If anyone other than myself
tries to open this,

the resulting explosion can
destroy an entire city block.

But why? What's in it?

It's a device
to destroy the Venus probe.

We were ordered
to dismantle the probe

and take its circuits back
to Russia, not destroy it!

We have no time
for such foolishness!

Our main job is to keep
the secrets of the probe

from getting into the hands
of the Americans. Excuse me.

[whirring]

[clacking]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

[thuds]

[Oscar] And then
it was reported going north.

Well, the town is right in its path.

Less than two hours away.

We've got to evacuate that town, Steve.

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Where's Steve?

Tracking the space probe.

Oh, no, Oscar.
You've got to stop him!

Irina, you know
that Steve is bionic.

- If he's just careful--
- You don't understand!

I designed that probe for Venus.
Venus, Oscar!

A planet with temperatures
up to 900 degrees,

300-mile-an-hour winds,

pressures
equal to 90 Earth atmospheres.

Even a bionic man
couldn't survive

under those conditions.

And anything that could

would be more powerful
than Steve.

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

[Steve] In a few moments,
the conclusion of "Death Probe."

[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.

We're coming forward
with the side stick.

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

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

- [Man 2] Get your pitch to zero.
- [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 break...

[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]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[banging]

[crashing]

[whirring]

[clacking]

[whirring]

[clanging]

[clanging]

[whirring]

[crackling]

[whirring]

[firing]

[whirring]

[saw-blade whirring]

[clanking]

[clanking]

[clanking]

[clacking]

[birds chirping]

We've got to find a way
to get this thing open.

Have you gotten through to them yet?

No, I've been patched in
via satellite,

but the Soviet Space Command,
they just haven't responded yet.

- They're stalling.
- Why would they stall?

Because they want to keep
this secret metal alloy

locked up safe and tight.

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it, Irina.

This is dirty business.

There isn't a government in the world
that wouldn't do the same thing.

Ah, it's okay.
I'm all right. Thank you.

- Steve, are you all right?
- I'm alright, Oscar.

- Steve! Y--your arm!
- It's okay, Irina.

This is the one
that can be replaced.

- Can you move it?
- I can't move it.

- I can't feel it.
- The probe do this?

You better let me take a look
at that arm, Colonel Austin.

Oh, it's all right, medic.
It's just a scratch.

Oh, don't try and be a martyr, sir.

That won't be necessary, medic.

Well, sometimes
infection has a way

of setting in, you know?

[exhales sharply]

Oh, God...

[whirring]

Rudy, I want you to get here
as soon as you can.

[helicopter whirring]

Yes, it's his arm.
You know what to bring.

Right. See you soon.

Steve, you're gonna be
out of action for a while,

at least until Rudy gets here
from Washington.

Now, I'll give you the bad news.

- The bad news?
- Come here a minute, Steve.

I want to show you something.

[helicopter whirring]

The probe travels
in a pre-set pattern,

as I told you.

We've been plotting it,
and if it maintains

its pace and direction,

it's going to devastate
several highly-populated areas.

It might hit the dam
at Eagle Lake, Steve.

Why doesn't it just run down?

Because it's fueled
for a minimum of five years.

What about Popov's weapon?

He's unconscious
and that thing is booby-trapped.

Irina,
you built this space probe.

Won't anything stop it?

I designed the probe to withstand
anything in the solar system.

The only thing that might pierce
its shell is a nuclear warhead.

[intense music]

Oh, we couldn't do that,
nuclear weapon

would cause more damage
than the space probe.

[music continues]

[helicopter whirring]

Command, this is Search One.
We have located the probe.

Where is it?

All right.

[helicopter whirring]

Right on course, 230 degrees.

[sighs] A zigzag path

right through
the center of Eagle City.

Oscar, do you have the authority
to order a nuclear weapon?

We'll use conventional weapons first,
give it all we've got.

Oh, I'm afraid there's very
little chance that they'll do--

I got to do something!

Hold on a minute.

Irina, I'm sorry.

But we can't just stand
around here and wait for Popov

to regain consciousness,
if he ever does.

This is Oscar Goldman speaking.

I wanna talk
to the Department of Defense.

Wait a minute, Oscar.

Now, we know the probe
was designed to withstand

just about everything.
But what about heat?

No, no. We thought of that, too.

Yeah, but how much heat?

Never goes beyond
900 degrees on Venus.

I mean, even if we double that
for a safety factor.

What are you getting at, Steve?

thermo ancigel 247.

It burns at almost 3000 degrees.

It's got to have some effect.

[helicopter whirring]

Well?

It's possible.

Cancel that call to Defense.

Get me the Chemical Division.

[dramatic music]

[helicopters whirring]

[engine revving]

[helicopters whirring]

[beeping]

There it is.

[dramatic music]

Chopper One, this is Spotter.

Come in on course 0-0-6 degrees.

[Pilot 1] Roger. 0-0-6 degrees.

[Steve] Chopper Two,
maintain position.

Stand by for backup.

[Pilot 2] Two, roger.

[music continues]

Chopper One, stay on course.

You're right over it. Now!

[explosions]

Let's see how it handles that.

[intense music]

[helicopters whirring]

No damage.

[music continues]

Give me that phone.

This is Oscar Goldman speaking.

Evacuate the town.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[baby bawling]

[dramatic music]

[baby bawling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Mr. Goldman called, colonel,
he's on his way

back here with Major Popov.

Major Popov has recovered?

It would seem so, Ms. Leonova,

at least enough to help us.

Good. How close is the probe?

We've located it in Sector Eight.

Captain, what about the town?

The evacuation
is almost complete.

[helicopters whirring]

It's all right, Irina.

They'll all be back home
tomorrow.

Will they have homes
to return to?

It's not your fault.

- Isn't it?
- Look.

You didn't know
that your research was also

being used
to create a new weapon.

The result is the same.

Silence at the other end when
I ask my country to help yours.

Why does it have to be that way?

I don't know.

They're still not
giving colonels like me

all the answers.

Or captains like me.

Colonels and captains,
ranks and uniforms.

Sometimes I wonder, Steve,

what we could have had together
without all that.

[engine revving]

I heard about the evacuation
of the town, colonel.

I'm sorry. I hope to prove

it was an unnecessary precaution.

Have you located the probe yet?

- Sector Eight.
- Well, let's get busy.

[dramatic music]

[helicopters whirring]

What--what is the probe doing?

It appears to have found
a fascinating subject to study.

[whirring]

[birds chirping]

[helicopters whirring]

All right, now,
this is a wire-guided missile...

with explosive charge,

designed especially
for this kind of emergency.

It'll punch right through
the outer wall

and explode that to pieces.

[helicopters whirring]

But, major, my understanding
is that that probe down there

is made of a special alloy,

the strongest substance
on Earth.

Yes.

And the nose of this rocket

is made of exactly the same alloy.

Of course, just as one diamond
will cut another diamond.

Now, I can't get to it
if it's behind those trees there.

Someone will have to go down

and lure it out to the clearing.

- I can do that.
- But you're injured.

That's okay, I can handle it.
Just tell me what to do.

Well, nothing in particular,
just make a lot of noise

so that it attracts its interests

and wants to investigate,
and then just keep moving

until it's in the clearing.

You got it.

You sure you wanna
go through with this, Steve?

I'll be careful.

We'll keep in touch
by walkie-talkie.

Right.

[helicopter whirring]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Okay, I'm in position, Oscar.

Whenever you're ready, Steve.

I'm ready.

[music continues]

[intense music]

[mirror shattering]

[music continues]

No, no, tell him a little more
to the left.

Steve, go more to your left

into the clearing,
out in the open.

All right.

[claw snapping]

[whirring]

Something wrong, major?

Huh, this concussion
playing tricks on my eyes.

I could have sworn Austin just... Ah.

[music continues]

[whirring]

I wasn't imagining things.
How did he do that?

Colonel Austin
is a remarkable athlete, major.

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

Good! Good!

Range, 30 meters.

[Popov] inclination, 13 degrees.

No perceptible wind.

[Oscar] You've got
your spot now, major.

Wait until Steve...

[explosions]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

Steve's all right!

What about the probe?

[whirring]

[music continues]

It isn't even scratched!

It's impossible.

Impossible?

You just saw it
with your own eyes, major.

Well, when Oscar called,
I had no idea

how extensive the damage was.

Well, you seemed to be able
to fix it in a hurry.

Not really.

I don't know how long
it's gonna hold together.

Now, give it a try, huh?

- How does it feel?
- Pretty good.

- How did repairs go, Rudy?
- I did the best I could.

I'm afraid it's only temporary.

We'll have to go back to my lab
for a proper repair.

Well, it doesn't matter.
There's nothing that Steve can do.

There's nothing
that anybody can do.

Well, I did all I can do.
He's got his strength back.

But I don't know
how long it's gonna hold up.

Without my lab,
I'm like a fish out of water.

- Rudy, that's it.
- Huh?

What you just said,
that's the key to destroying the probe.

What do you mean, Steve?

Probe, it's like a fish out of water.

Come on, I'll show you.

[birds chirping]

All right, look.

This is Venus.

This is Earth.

Each planet
has its own atmosphere.

The atmosphere on Earth
is about 15 pounds

for every square inch
of our bodies.

Fifteen pounds
for every square inch.

Well, it, uh,
we don't feel it, Oscar,

because the 15 pounds
per square inch inside our body,

it equalizes.

Right, that's why a deep sea fish,

a fish out of water, explodes

when it's brought to the surface.

It's pressurized for the bottom
of the ocean, not the air.

And the bottom of the ocean
is much like

the atmosphere on Venus.

It's thick, it's heavy and it's dense.

To return from Venus,

the probe would have had to have
circled behind the planet

getting up enough speed

to slingshot itself back to Earth.

It's like the same technique
I used to return from the moon.

But the probe never landed
on Venus, Steve.

How can it be pressurized for it?

What if it passed through
the atmosphere

as it went by, like that?

Of course!
It's the only explanation.

It is pressurized for Venus.

That's why Popov's missile failed.

The pressure inside
the space probe was like

a wall of granite,
shoring up the probe's skin.

Now, wait a minute, Steve,
are you trying to say

that this probe
is about to burst at the seams?

Right, and all we need to do
to finish the job

is get it to a higher altitude.

Once it reaches the thinner air,
its own internal pressure

will tear it apart
like an over-inflated balloon.

A higher altitude.
How much higher?

Wait a minute.
You know the probe.

What altitude would do it?

[birds chirping]

Fifteen-hundred feet up
should do it.

Two thousand for sure.

Now, how are we gonna get
this probe 1500, 2000 feet in the air?

Gee, he--he's right. I mean,
the probe's not gonna cooperate.

- Now, wait a minute. I got an idea.
- [Rudy] What?

When I jumped over the probe,
Irina, I noticed a small opening.

Yes, that was where
the loading ring went

when we put the probe
into the launch vehicle.

Do you remember
its specifications?

Twelve centimeters in diameter.

- Standard metric threading.
- Good girl.

Oscar, can you jury rig
a construction helicopter

to fly on autopilot?

In an emergency like this,

I could jury rig a cloud, Steve.

[sighs]

We're gonna get this thing.

[dramatic music]

Here you are, Colonel Austin.

It's threaded to 12 centimeters.

- Thanks, sergeant.
- Right.

[wind howling]

But, Steve,
that's still not a loading ring.

Ah, well, we'll fix that.

[metal creaking]

How's your arm, pal?

Seemed to work pretty good.

Rudy wasn't sure
that it would hold up.

Well, he gave me
a 30-day guarantee.

[laughing]

Well, let's get underway.

[mellow music]

Steve, if anything
should happen to you...

Ah, don't worry,
nothing's gonna happen.

Besides, when I get back,
we got to bust out some Russian vodka.

[music continues]

[whirring]

[dramatic music]

Now, get out of here.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[helicopter whirring]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[clacking]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

[probe engine revving]

[helicopter whirring]

[whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

[whirring]

[clanks]

[whirring]

[whirring]

[clanks]

[intense music]

[helicopter whirring]

[intense music]

[helicopter whirring]

[thuds]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

[dramatic music]

Oh, no! His arm gave out.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[helicopter whirring]

[whirring]

[intense music]

[whirring]

[music continues]

[helicopter whirring]

[buzzing]

[clanking]

No. Oh, no.

[clanking]

It's, it's trying to cut itself free!

[helicopter whirring]

If it does,
can it survive the fall?

Yes.

Four-hundred feet.
Colonel Austin can bail out safely now.

[helicopter whirring]

[clanking]

Twelve-hundred feet.

Anticipate demolition
between 1500 and 2000.

[music continues]

[helicopter whirring]

[clanking]

[rope snapping]

Seventeen-hundred feet.
We've lost our safety margin!

Steve, jump. Jump!

[dramatic music]

[helicopter whirring]

[clanking]

[rope snaps]

Eighteen-hundred feet.

Certain demolition within 200 feet!

One-ninety, one-eighty. Come on!

[helicopter whirring]

[clanking]

[rope snapping]

Thirty.

Twenty.

[helicopter whirring]

Ten.

[clanking]

[rope snapping]

Two-thousand feet!

What's holding that thing
together up there?

[intense music]

[helicopter whirring]

Twenty-one-hundred feet!

[music continues]

[explosion]

Steve!

[wind howling]

[sobbing]

Look!

[wind howling]

Ah!

[joyous music]

[mellow music]

- Well, we had quite a day.
- Yeah.

By the way, how's your arm?

Oh, well,
nothing that Rudy can't fix

when we get back to the lab.

[crickets chirping]

Hey, been looking for you two.

I've been on the phone
with the secretary.

What did he say?

The charges against Major Popov

and the other Russians
are serious.

But Irina didn't commit
any acts of espionage.

Technically speaking.

But the secretary
finally agreed.

I've arranged
for a flight for you tomorrow.

Thanks, Oscar.

Yes, thank you
for everything you've done.

It was a pleasure.

[crickets chirping]

Why is it that the men I care for

all have their hearts in the sky?

What?

[chuckles] You're hopeless.

No, I was thinking.

Destruction was caused
by a space probe we built.

"We?"

Earth men.

What do we do if we meet one
that was built out there?

[music continues]

[theme music]