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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.

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]

It's all with the balance, Steve.

You've to step here to do that.

Come on, you try...

[intense music]

- How's he doing, Wally?
- Oh.

He looks like he's ready
for the big time.

Good.

[Oscar] The key to this problem
is Boris Retsky.

He imports
some of the top international

sporting attractions
in the United States.

- What's the problem?
- Well...

The problem is he doesn't export

the same number of athletes
as he imports.

Each show has left
one person behind.

One of the most recent ones
is Ilsa Ribbenzweig.

She's a member
of the Bavarian gymnast team.

Same story.

She disappeared two
days before her team went home.

Hasn't been heard of since.

So--so you think
this Ilsa something-or-other

is about to start something.

Yes, but not alone.

Boris is staging an international
amateur boxing championship.

We think
that Ilsa will be joined

by at least one or maybe more
of the boxers.

- To do what?
- Assassination.

We don't know for sure.

The Chinese Trade Commission
is due here in a couple of days.

Intelligence reports tell us

that an attempt might be made
on the leader of that delegation

in order to disrupt relations
with China.

Well, so you want me
to join the tournament

to find out which boxers
are part of an assassination team.

Right.

Wonderful.

Now, just how do we
get me booked in?

I mean,
every boxer in the tournament

is the recognized
amateur champion of his country.

If we could get the American champion
to drop out,

we could enter you as runner-up.

How are you gonna do that?

Well, I think I figured out
a way for you and Rudy Wells

to, uh, convince him.

You would.

[dramatic music]

Well, I think we're set, Steve.

[clatters]

Man, that must weigh 40 pounds.

Well, that's because it's lead,
Rudy.

Now leave all the lifting to me,
okay?

Well, let's bring him in, huh?

Mason, you're next.

- How are you?
- Hi.

This is Dr. Wells, Mr. Mason.

Dr. Wells, how are you?

- It's an honor.
- Thank you.

Now, if you'll just slip off
your shoes

and step on the scales,
we'll get started.

Okay.

You're about 2-210.

Now, if you'll just slip off your shirt.

[dramatic music]

[Rudy] Mason, here.
Sit down over here, please.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

Let go.

Take another deep breath.

Hold it.

Let go.

Have you had
any signs of weakness lately?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Look, doc, the only thing
I've ever had was a toothache.

And that happened
when I was ten years old.

Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

Okay, would you take
another deep breath?

Hold it.

Would you bring that stool over
closer to the light, please?

Yeah, sure.

[Rudy] Sit down.

Are you sure
you haven't had any weakness

or fainting spells recently?

None.

Okay.

Is there anything wrong, doc?

[exhales sharply]

I can't be sure.

Steve?

Would you bring
the weights over, please?

Now, this is for the blood pressure test.

Would you lift it ten times
like so?

[Rudy] Mm-hmm.

[exhales sharply]

[exhales sharply]

[exhales sharply]

What is it, doc?
What's wrong?

Well, I'm afraid we're gonna
have to take some blood tests.

Steve, would you get
the equipment?

Would you hold this, please?

No, just, just,
just leave it there.

You think
maybe I've over-trained, doc?

I can't be sure,
not without taking further tests, but...

It looks like
obsessive neurasthenia.

- Ob--what?
- Well, never mind, it...

Before your next fight,
I think you should consult

with your personal physician.

But he's in Philly.

Oh, what the heck!

My wife wanted me to skip
this tournament anyway.

Go to Florida on a vacation.

We haven't had a vacation
in a hundred years.

It might be a good idea.

Well, listen,
next time you see Mr. Retsky,

tell him if he's putting
this tournament together,

for the next year to count me in.

I'll be there
and a lot more ready.

- Okay, thanks a lot, doc.
- Nice meeting you, Mr. Mason.

Bye.

Well, looks like
you're the new contender.

I do sure hate doin' it this way.

[dramatic music]

[clattering]

[music continues]

How were you able to do that?

Well, I just stopped it
from falling.

Yes, but you see how many
weights there are there?

And you just
pulled them all back.

Well, it hadn't gone over that far.

I just had leverage on my side.

Ah, but you are very fast.

That is very lucky for me.

[Oscar] It's like I told you
on the phone, Boris.

Mason's sick. I had to send him
to Florida to get some rest.

Miller here is the runner-up.

He'll fill in for Mason
and represent the United States

for the tournament.

Mr. Steve Miller,
Mr. Boris Retsky.

[Retsky] Hey, what are you trying
to pull off?

He's not even a heavyweight.
He'll get himself killed.

For your sake,
I'll try and stay alive.

- [Lena] Boris?
- What?

If he fights only half
as good as he looks,

you've got a winner
at the box office, okay?

Okay. I guess
I don't have much choice.

Do I, Mr. Goldman?

Oh, excuse me, gentlemen,
I'd like to introduce my assistant

and good right hand,
Lena Bannister.

- Hello.
- How do you do, Ms. Bannister?

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
please, give me your attention!

Give me your attention!

I'd like to introduce to you

the final entry

and the new American champ...
Steve Miller!

Come on down to meet him!
Come on!

[applauding]

So my new friend
is also an honored opponent.

- My pleasure.
- [Steve] Thanks.

- Good to meet you, champ.
- Pleasure.

Greetings from Canada, chum.

Okay.

[grunting]

Hold it. Hold it!

Hey, you're good.

You're good, man.

There's nothing more
I can teach you.

In all the years
I've been boxing,

I've never seen anybody
learn so fast.

Well, I had a good coach, Wally.

Hey, appreciate it.
Hey, that's it for today, huh?

- Yeah, see you tomorrow.
- You take it easy, huh?

My charm bracelet.

It will bring you luck.

[chuckles] What,
even when I'm fighting you?

Ah.

But, yes, even then.

Thanks.

I think that one of the boxers
will complete the team.

No, I don't think they'll make
any move until then,

Mr. Secretary.

[indistinct chatter on phone]

Very good.

I'll keep you informed.
Thank you very much for calling.

- You got anything?
- Nothing.

It could be any of the boxers
or none of them.

All we're getting is dry runs
from the computers.

You think
Retsky could be in on this?

I don't know,
but the athletes that disappeared

were imported by Boris.

What about his assistant,
uh, Lena Bannister?

Nothing from her.

Say, why don't you ask her
some questions?

Now, wait a minute, Oscar,
I'm just one of the boxers there.

If I start asking
leading questions--

Well, why don't you worry her?
Shake her up a little bit.

Maybe if you get her nervous,
she might slip and tell you something.

Steve, we haven't got
anything here.

And I think
we're running out of time.

[dramatic music]

[mellow music]

I can't tell you how much
I've enjoyed this evening.

You don't know what it's like

being surrounded by muscle
all day long.

Well, I'm one of them, remember?

[chuckles] No, you're not.

You're different,
and, uh, very refreshing.

- Brandy?
- Oh, no, thanks. I'm in training.

Rule number one, no drinking.

And do you always
go by the rules?

When it's possible.

Tell me, do you like your job
with Retsky?

I get to see the world,
mingle with sports celebrities.

[chuckles] It's not a bad life.

- Excuse me.
- Surely.

I can't believe how difficult
it's been

not being able to smoke
among you athletes.

Well, that's rule number two.
Uh, don't pollute our lungs.

My last cigarette. And I promise
not to blow smoke in your face.

You know, I heard Mr. Goldman
say that some of the people

Retsky has imported in the past
were ringers.

Uh, Nicholas Grosz, for example.
Remember him?

Um... A soccer player
from Yugoslavia.

He got into some trouble, I think.

Well, do you think one of the fighters
might get into trouble?

[telephone ringing]

Uh, excuse me.

[telephone ringing]

Yes.

Yes.

[Lena] Uh, yeah,
that can be arranged.

Okay, consider it done. Fine.

Mr. Retsky.

Well, thank you
for a very nice evening.

- You're leaving?
- Rule number three.

We can't stay out late.
Goodnight.

Steve, tell me something.

- Who are you really?
- Steve Miller.

America's number-two-ranked
amateur heavyweight.

[chuckles] You're good,

but boxing
is not your profession.

Well, if it isn't,

I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble
in that ring.

[door shuts]

[intense music]

Well?

If he's a heavyweight boxer,

you're Marlon Brando.

Oh, we could ice him
very quickly.

- Nothing overt.
- Well, what do you suggest?

An accident.
Maybe a drunken brawl in a bar.

Well, how do we get him there?

He's friends with Tollombe.
Use him.

I'll arrange it for tomorrow.

[telephone ringing]

- [Steve] Oscar?
- Steve, you all right?

- [Steve] Yeah, no problem.
- Good.

- Have you got anything?
- Only this.

Whatever it is they're up to,
I'm not so sure

it's an assassination attempt.

Lena worked too hard to make me
think that's what it was.

Hm. Great.

Now we not only don't know
who they are, where they are,

but we don't even know
what they're after.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

- Wally, what's that?
- Oh.

I don't know.
It's one of those Zen things.

Cooper says
it's good for your breathing.

Yeah?

Wally, why don't we
take five, huh?

- I'll take a break, yeah.
- Thanks.

- What's going on over there?
- I don't know.

Some kind of Zen breathing
or something.

Boris!
Do I detect a furrowed brow?

Yes, you do.

He's drawn Cooper
for his first match.

I never should have had
an honest draw.

Well, what's wrong with Steve
drawing Cooper?

With an American contender,
you got box office.

Take away the American
and what do you got

as far as the boxing fan
is concerned?

A bunch of foreigners.

Tell me, what are his chances?

I think
his chances are excellent.

Gee, wouldn't that be wonderful
if he could win? [chuckles]

Headlines. Standing room only.
Fantastic.

You must help.

My boy, Tollombe,

he's, uh, he's like, like crazy.

- Well, what's the matter?
- He...

He's in this bar. The Padlock.

The girl took him in there
and--and I cannot get him out.

It's, it's like he was drugged.

Where is this place?

It's just down the street.

Well, I'll get dressed.
I'll get him out.

That's a good idea.

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Man 4] What a chump!

[laughing]

[screams]

[laughing]

Are you all right?

Hey, let's see you roll
with this punch, champ.

[grunts]

What a turkey!

Hey, get on up here.

Come on, Tollombe,
we're going home.

Hey, that's the guy.

Ah, well, we must have
another drink first.

I think you've had too many already,
partner.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

[clattering]

[metal creaking]

[glass shattering]

You are a mighty man, my friend.

You bet.
Now, let's get out of here.

No, we must have
another drink first.

- Right. Next time.
- Ah. What?

We--we must have a drink
for me and my friends.

Well,
I see you drew the American

for your first match.

I thought he was taken care of.

Something went wrong.

[Cooper] In a way, I'm glad.

I was looking forward
to taking him on.

I'll destroy him.

One left hook
and your troubles are over.

Maybe not.
Maybe he gets lucky in the ring.

- Anyway, I can't risk it.
- Please, a little faith.

I'll take him out in one round.
Guaranteed.

I'm sorry, Roy, but the man
is an agent of some kind.

And we have to be
absolutely sure

he's out of the way
by Saturday night.

I'll take care of it...

in my usual way.

[dramatic music]

Tomorrow. Before the match.

Match is getting close.
You ready, pal?

Yeah. May the best man win.

When I'm in the ring,
he always does.

[clattering]

[groans]

I am glad
I don't have to fight tonight.

Hey, Tollombe?

What's the matter?
Drink too much, uh...

Too much everything.

[laughing]

Say that again.

Work it off, pal.

[dramatic music]

[lock clanks]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[Tollombe] Where is my friend,
Steve Miller?

I'm looking for Steve Miller.
Did he come this way?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I think he's in the locker room.

Thank you.

Ah, there you are.

Tollombe.

No more training for me today,
my friend.

What do you say we take a walk
in the nice, cool air?

Well, not in the direction
of that bar.

Why did you ever go in there
in the first place?

Oh, it was a witch, I think.

But she was very beautiful.

She put something in my drink,
though.

- How do you know?
- Well...

After just one drink, I went bolo.

You think maybe somebody
is trying to fix it so I don't win?

Well, I think somebody's trying
to do a lot of things.

I'll see you later.

[dramatic music]

That's beautiful, man,
I've never seen anybody

block punches like that.

[bell rings]

[grunting]

- That's 4200 pounds.
- Realize that's over two tons.

- What's this all about?
- I don't know.

I thought
I knew a little bit about Zen,

but that's got me beat.

It's got to be something else.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe that's the key
we've been looking for.

You know, up until now
we've been looking for one boxer

to disappear and join the others.

- What about four boxers?
- Why not?

- Get on the computers, Oscar.
- What am I looking for?

Something that weighs
over two tons.

Now, wait a minute.

You've gotta
be more specific than that.

The computer will come up
with two million items.

Well, it has to be something of value
to justify all this trouble.

Right, value...

about the size
of those weights, huh?

What about the location?

Well, I'd gamble on this area.

You know, Retsky could have
held this tournament

anywhere in the country.

Why would he pick Washington?

Value, weights, location, size.

Good, that's specific enough.

Give us something
to work on now.

[dramatic music]

[keyboard keys clacking]

What's the matter
with these machines, Bill?

Can't they find
a simple two-ton object?

That perhaps doesn't even exist?

[audience cheering]

[audience cheering]

Cooper.

Your worries are over, Lena.

- Tonight, I can lick the world.
- I have no doubt about it.

But, uh, just to make
doubly sure, we use this.

Forget it, Lena.
This is all you need.

We're running out of time.
Look, the man is an agent.

He may interfere
with our plans tonight.

Is it poison?

No, it's a drug
that renders him unconscious.

[Lena] The symptoms are the same
as a concussion.

It will look like
you knocked him out.

Then what?

Our people take him out of there,

and the rest we take care of.

Immediately after the match,
we'll meet at my hotel suite.

We'll go to the Barlow Building together.

[audience cheering]

[audience cheering]

Beautiful!

I had no idea he was this good.

Cooper didn't put a glove on him.

[audience cheering]

[bell rings]

Bravo!

[applauding]

[Wally] What the heck
are you doing out there?

Terrific, Steve. You're making
this tournament a real success.

Still think I'm not a fighter?

I couldn't have been more wrong.
Good luck.

What was your problem, Wally?

Hey, you had him hurt
three times.

Why didn't you put him away?

Oh, is that what
I was supposed to do?

[Wally] Hey, when you,
when you hurt a man,

you don't let him off the hook.

You knock him out.
You get rid of him.

Well, he hadn't laid
a glove on me.

Yeah, but he might,
and that might be enough.

Now, get out there
and do your job.

Oh, you're a worrier, Wally.

Yeah, well, don't make me worry.

[indistinct chatter]

[buzzer buzzing]

[bell rings]

[audience cheering]

[dramatic music]

[audience booing]

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight,

nine, ten.

[audience cheering]

[audience booing]

- Is he all right?
- He's out cold.

I don't know what happened,
it didn't look like

Cooper even touched him.

Okay, we'll take it from here.

- Let's put him on this.
- All right.

Get the blanket.

Okay, up.

Aren't you gonna check him
to see if anything's

broken or something?

We gotta get him to the hospital
right away.

Well, what hospital?

Third Presbyterian.

Let's go.

It's listing objects of interest
for foreign governments.

Garbage. All garbage.
What weighs 4200 pounds?

We're working on it.

[telephone ringing]

Programming.

- It's for you.
- Oscar Goldman.

[Wally] Yeah, Mr. Goldman,
they carried him out hurt.

Hurt. How bad?

Uh, knocked out,
uh, unconscious.

They carried him away
in an ambulance.

[Oscar] Where?

Uh, Third Presbyterian Hospital.

The Third...
Are you sure you got that right?

There is no Third Presbyterian Hospital
in Washington.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman,
I didn't think.

That's what it sounded like.

Bill, can't you speed the process up?

Steve's life may depend
on getting that answer

in the next few minutes.

[siren wailing]

How's he doing?

He's still out.

We close to the river yet?

We'll be there
in about five minutes.

And the deep six for Mr. America here.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Martin Hamilton.

ID number 873-5006.

[Man on phone] Insert your card.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

As I thought. You can't jump
the alarm from here.

But if the doors open
from the inside,

then the alarm isn't triggered.

All right, Ilsa, you're on.

- Are you gaining weight?
- I've lost four pounds.

It's gonna be a tight squeeze.

- I can do it, Lena.
- Hm...

Okay, go.

[dramatic music]

[car doors shut]

[music continues]

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

Bring me the case.

[dramatic music]

Wait a minute, why don't you
just reverse the tape?

There's no tape in there.

I'm making my own recording
of the empty room.

Great. It'll take too long.
We need time in there.

I'm recording it fast-forward.

Thirty seconds at that speed
will give us twelve minutes

played back at normal speed.

[intense music]

That does it.

The guard's watching our tape
of the empty room.

And Ilsa ought to be getting
inside just about now.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

- Yes!
- [Steve] Hi, Oscar.

Steve!

- [Oscar] How are you?
- I'm okay now.

It's coming in now.
Hold on a minute.

Here it is.

Do you remember that fuel chip
that NASA developed

for the interstellar Space Probe?

It cost $30 million

and it's in a container
of lead and steel.

Yeah, the container
weighs over 4000 pounds.

4135 pounds, pal.

It's right here in Washington.
It's in the Barlow Building.

12265 State Avenue.
Where are you?

Uh, near the center of town.

Okay, get going.
I'll contact security.

Right.

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Ready.

Easy. Easy now.

Okay, hold it. Right there.

Now easy.

That's it.

[exhales sharply]

Hold it. Oh.
Wait a minute now.

Remember, the beams are only redirected

if the alarm is still on.

Easy.

Are you sure everything's all right?

I've got wall-to-wall monitors.

I tell you,
nothing's in that room.

- What about the container?
- [Man 5] Impossible to get to it.

- Alarms all over the place.
- Alarms can be jumped.

Not these babies.

I think I better call the police.

[Man 5] Don't.
You'll foul up our security.

If there's trouble,
one push of a button

and I got a whole regiment
of Federal troops.

I'm sending my own
security men down, anyway.

Okay. Ready?

Hup, hup.

Hup, hup.

Down.

[breathing heavily]

Ready? Hup!

Hup, hup.

Hup.

Down.

Five minutes!

Ready? Hup!

Hup, hup!

Hup.

Down.

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[muffled groaning]

They went through that door
over there.

Hold it, you need my keys.

[rattling]

Hup. Hup.

Hup.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

Get him!

[grunting]

[crashing]

[rattling]

[tires screeching]

Hands up!

You all right?

Ah, you win some
and you lose some.

Hold this, will ya?

You...

[mellow music]

I'm sorry to bother you, gentlemen,

but Mr. Mason here insisted
on this meeting.

That's right.
I had to know how you worked it.

Well, it was electromagnets
under the floor.

- Oh.
- Sorry we had to do that to you.

Well, as long as they're starting
the matches over again.

We've had our vacation in Florida.

Who's kickin'?

- Shall we go, George?
- Sure.

- Good luck, champion.
- Thanks a lot.

[Oscar] Keep your guard up.

Boris!

- What's next?
- Arm wrestling.

International Championship.

- Would you like to enter?
- Oh, no, Boris.

That's a little out of my league.

But, uh, thanks for asking.

[chuckles]

[mellow music]

[theme music]