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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 1] Roger.

[Man 2] 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 1] 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 breaking...

[whirring]

[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]

[elevator whirring]

[clanks]

[whirring]

[music continues]

You know, a man could get
jealous of that computer.

It's a very good instrument.

I never felt that way
about it when it was mine.

Well, I suppose that's why
you sold it.

It likes its new owner.

Lucky computer.

[sighs]

You got some mail over there
on the counter.

- Could I ask you a question?
- Mm.

Could you tell me
why you get your mail here

when you have your own
office down the hall?

I like to maintain
a personal touch.

You ready to take me up
on my offer?

Oh, you mean about dinner?

And all the trimmings.

Well, that, that covers
an awful lot of fine print.

You see,
I bought this from you.

I happen to know
how you can trim a girl.

Well, I'd sure like to try.

Sorry. Not tonight.

I'm sitting up
with a sick friend.

Got a little trouble
with my bed input.

Hm. Well,
I've got a few calls to make.

I'll try again
on the way out.

I'm no quitter.

Now, that's the kind of spirit
that made this country great.

[machine whirring]

[computer beeping]

[clicking]

Who's using Mark-9?

You got me. I didn't know
it was scheduled.

Well, neither did I.

It's kinda freaky.

[printer clicking]

- Who, uh...
- Well, never mind who. What?

[music continues]

[computer clicking]

[Oscar] The security
of the OSI has been breached.

Who knows how many
national defense secrets

have been compromised?

No, no, no.
Don't put him under arrest.

Just keep him
under surveillance

at that winter resort.

That's right.

Find out who he sees,
where he goes.

Telephone calls,
everything.

Thank you.

Joe Canton stole
a half-million dollars?

You gotta be kidding me.
You don't believe that.

I'd like to think that money
was all he stole.

Oscar, Joe is no thief.

Steve, he's our
communication chief.

He was in charge
of all computers,

including budget items
and funds.

When we found out
that the money was stolen,

we tracked it
through computers,

through five banks,
three dummy corporations,

and a laundry operation
that was pure genius.

It was all done by your friend,
Joe Canton.

[intercom buzzes]

Yes?

[Woman] Harold Bell's here,
Mr. Goldman.

Send him in.

I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna say
it was a computer error.

Well, let me tell you,
we all started out thinking

it was a computer error,
but it wasn't!

[door opens]

- What do you got, Harold?
- I can't believe it.

Joe Canton?

I'd sooner believe
I ripped off OSI.

Have you got some
alternative explanation?

No, but I sure tried.

Alright, I'm gonna put you
in charge of communications

until we can appoint
someone permanently.

I want you to pay
particular attention

to the Ryker Satellite
requirements.

That was the place where
the money was taken from.

- Yes, sir.
- [Oscar] And one more thing.

I want you to understand
that the Ryker Satellite

is vital
to our national defense.

It'll be your responsibility.
That'll be all.

I understand.

Do you realize you just said
a loyal, dedicated,

honorable guy, not only stole
money, but may have sabotaged

a vital US defense program?

The proof is right
on that paper, pal.

I don't call this proof.

It's a piece of paper printed

by a machine that takes
orders from men.

What you're saying is that

your friend was
being framed, huh?

Well, if he's framed,
remember,

he was in charge
of the computers

that printed that paper!

Other men could have had
access to it.

My old man always said,
if something's fishy,

see who's casting bait.

Now if Canton's out,
who profits?

You mean Bell,
his assistant gets a promotion?

Look, I'm not accusing him,
but it is a possibility.

I admire your loyalty
to friendship, Steve.

But you can't get Joe Canton
off the hook

by blaming Harold Bell.

There,
look at his personal record.

- Clean.
- Look, I know his record.

It's too good, outside
of cheating on a spelling exam

in the fourth grade,
he's a candidate for sainthood.

I don't hire people
with bad records, Steve.

Well, I want to check
the complete memory core

of the Mark-9.

Well, that's impossible.

There are hundreds of thousands
of data-bits in that core,

it'll take forever.

Yeah. Maybe not for me.

You just make sure
Bell's clear of the area.

[computer clicking]

[beeping]

[mysterious music]

[beeping]

[electricity crackling]

I hear that you burned out
our computer.

You know, it costs almost
as much as you did.

Yeah, well,
something sure burned it out.

What do you mean?

Well, I started
getting a list of phone lines

coming into the Mark-9
from terminals

around the world,
22 of them.

I was getting what I think
was the 23rd when it blew up.

An illegal line?

I suppose it was one.

The computer was programmed
to self destruct

if anybody got near it.

Did you check
with the telephone company?

Yes, but it's hard to tell
with the damage that's been done.

But the numbers on the 22
legitimate lines check out.

And I got a partial number on
what I think is the illegal one.

Nobody could feed a line
into our building here

without checking with
the telephone company first.

That's right.

And they would only cooperate
if they'd had

a direct order from OSI.

An inside job.

The fragments of the numbers
I've got could belong to

any one
of three computer users.

The Washington Chancellery
Office of the Catholic Church,

the Massachusetts institute
of Technology.

Wait a minute.
That doesn't sound right.

Yeah, but there's also
an outfit called Data mate.

That's the one
I want to check out.

See you later.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[car horn blares]

[music continues]

[door opens]

This thing cost me
11 bucks at an auction

but it still gets busted over
your head if you make one move.

I'm not moving.

Good. Good.

Now, I'm gonna call
the police.

Just not one move.

Put your hands up.

Do you always treat your
customers this way?

Mister, I'm not open
for business and even if I was,

I don't care for customers
who break and enter.

Well, the door was unlocked,
I just walked right in.

It's always locked.

[phone clanking]

Don't try it!

I was just going to show you.

[phone clanking]

Operator, give me the police.

Did you just...

No, I guess not.
Anyway, don't.

You know, you're gonna
look pretty silly when

the police arrive to find
I walked into a public business

through an unlocked door.

You won't look so good wearing
this chair as a necklace.

Before you talk to the police,

you could save us both
a lot of trouble

if you just check the lock.

Alright.

Move over there. Come on.

Over there.

[door lock clacking]

I don't believe it.

You reset the lock
after you broke in.

Well, you see any evidence
of breaking and entering?

I mean, that's gonna look
pretty silly to the police.

You used a pick lock.

Look, come on. Search me.

Look, I tell you,
I was just here to ask

about your service.

A guy who looks like you,
needing dates? Come on.

Well, I could be shy.

I could be the empress
of Iran.

I'll believe you,
if you'll believe me.

I don't know, I still think
I'm gonna check you out

with the cops
just to make sure.

Uh, wait just a minute.

I--I can explain.

I got a feeling this is going
to be really good. Go ahead.

My name is Steve Austin.

I work for the government...

That's why you look familiar.

You're an astronaut,
aren't you?

I was, now I work for another
government agency.

Hm.

And if it was any of my business
you'd tell me which one, right?

Right, and, uh,
if you'll give me that weapon,

I'd just like to talk to you.

Do you mind me asking how long
you have been in this business?

Mm-mm.

I bought this company
a couple months ago

from a guy who couldn't
make a go of it.

And between me finishing up
on my former job,

and reprogramming this thing
with the clients

that have already resigned,

I haven't really started yet.
Why?

Your computer may be illegally
tied in to another computer.

- By telephone lines.
- Oh, no.

No, I've been working with it.

I--I would have picked up
any outside lines

while I was running
the test programs.

Yeah, but what if those
lines were buried

where no one would find them?

Excuse me. Do you believe
in false modesty?

I guess not.

Good. Good.
'Cause neither do I.

You see, I happen to be one
of the absolute best

computer modelers and
programmers in the business.

In fact, I would say
that I am the best,

but I don't know them all.

I wouldn't call
that false modesty, no.

I can find out in two minutes
if this machine

is hooked up
to something out of line.

Come here.

[machine whirring]

[keys clacking]

[machine whirring]

[dramatic music]

[keys clacking]

[electricity crackling]

[Emily sniffles]

We should call
the power company.

See if there was a sudden surge
on the line.

You won't find it there,

second time in a day
that a machine's blown up

when the wrong question
was asked.

Thanks very little.

You knew I was gonna
blow this computer

and yet you let me go ahead.

No, I didn't know.

Look, I'm sorry.

[sighs]

I hocked everything
but the family jewels

to buy this company.

I don't have
any family jewels.

- How badly is it damaged?
- I don't know.

Maybe not too bad.

It's a good thing you're handy

with that fire extinguisher.

Let's see.
Yeah, I could do a fix on this.

Could you track down
any strange programs

or illegal entry
into this machine?

Could you stand by
to put out any fires?

- Sure.
- I was kidding, sort of.

Now that I know
that this thing bites,

I'm gonna train it
with a whip and a chair.

It would be sort of nice if you
kinda hung around though...

Accompany.

I'll go along with that.

You think
we could get the janitor

to help us move this thing.

I'd like to get around
at the back.

Uh, maybe we won't need him.

Oh, not a chance.
This thing weighs too much.

Even the floor
had to be reinforced.

No. Sometimes if, uh, you exert
leverage in the right way...

- You get a hernia. [chuckles]
- Funny.

Move your plants.

[sighs]

Wait a minute...
W--w--what am I doing?

This is a total waste of time.

Do you always have this
strange power

over beautiful brunette,
30,

twenty-eight-year-old
computer programmers?

[dragging]

How did you do that?

Well, like I said, leverage.

Say, tell me about the person
you bought this company from.

Uh, Cloche, George Cloche.

Computer freak.

And generally freaky.

Thinks of himself
as a real heart throb.

[grunts]

- Where can I find him?
- Straight down the hall.

He's in, which he usually isn't.

He rents the office.

Hey, do you think you could
get me the screwdriver

in the desk
in the third drawer?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

[plier clanking]

Why does he have an office
if he never uses it?

You did say screwdriver,
not tennis shoes?

Yeah.
Oh, good, you found the shoes.

I've been looking
for them all week.

Cloche. Yeah, like I said,
he's real flakey.

Mostly in and out,
usually comes in

with a phony excuse
to get his mail.

What do you mean, phony?

Well, he hardly gets any.
Mostly ads.

Just, uh...

comes in,
just as an excuse to date me.

- I think I'll drop in on him.
- I'd like to see him too.

'Cause if he stiffed me
on this computer,

rigging it to burn out.

Well, I still have that chair
that I didn't use on you.

- That did cost you $11.
- You're right.

How long are you going
to be working on this thing?

[sighs] Hours, days, weeks,
who knows?

I'll bring you something
to eat.

You know, you do have a strange
power over a beautiful brunette

twenty-eig... 26-year-old
computer programmer.

On the off chance I run
into Cloche,

tell me what he looks like.

Lots of hair, beard, too neat,
too precise.

He dresses as if he hasn't
heard that sloppy was in.

Average height,
medium build.

If you see a guy who looks like
he's playing a foreign diplomat

in a late-night TV movie,
that's Cloche.

[door closes]

Oh, Emily, you're brazen,

shameless and calculating...

and I love you for it.

I hope he does.

[knock on door]

[dramatic music]

[clacking]

[tires screech]

[tires screeching]

[Steve] I think I saw Cloche.

Could he have known me?

I don't know,
I don't have any answers,

but I do have a question
of my own.

The illegal phone line?

I don't know the answer to that.
The fire beat us to it.

I found an extra memory core
in the computer.

Now, it's not part of what
I bought with the Data mate

and it isn't related
to the service.

- What's in it?
- I don't know.

I was just about to find out.

[clears throat]

[computer beeps]

[printer whirring]

Nothing.

Names of clients
and other data

are recorded on other cores.

Hold it!

"J.C.

214 Union Street,
Number 205."

What's that supposed to mean?

It's your computer.

None of the other entries
are in this form.

Now, why should one entry appear
on a core

that's already been
wiped clean?

J.C., J.C., Joe Canton?

Doesn't mean anything to me.

One entry,
sitting there like a sore thumb,

waiting to be noticed.

Sure would like to get in
on this conversation

if you care to tell me
what you're talking about.

Somebody wanted
that item to be found.

Why?

To arouse interest,
curiosity, to get you

or me or somebody
to 214 Union Street.

- A trap?
- Probably.

- Are you going?
- Yes.

- Me too.
- Nah, it could be dangerous.

Ah, it's a free country.

You try and keep me away
from 214 Union Street.

[sighs] Alright, let's go.

[chuckles] I haven't had so much
fun since I busted my nose

playing field hockey
in junior high school!

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[whirring]

[computer clicking]

[music continues]

[computer clicking]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh, I sure wish
you'd do business with people

who set their traps in a more
exclusive part of town.

It all checks out.
The building's empty.

So let her go!

[engine sputtering]

There doesn't seem
to be much here.

Well, I think this might
be a government secret.

It says here, "World War ll
is expected to end soon."

I knew about that.

Oh, you people who work
for the government,

you're just in on everything,
aren't you?

Come on,
let's get out of here.

[dramatic music]

[engine whirring]

[engine whirring]

[crashing]

[crashing]

You alright?

[crashing]

[handle clanking]

- Hold it! Hold it!
- Are you out of your mind?

You nearly got us killed
in there.

That building's condemned.
It's being demolished.

Where did you get your orders?

- From my dispatcher.
- How long ago?

When we got the wrong address
on the route sheet.

He called it in, uh,
with a correction

by radio
after we left the yard.

- When?
- Few minutes, maybe half hour.

Where's your work sheet?

What're you,
a cop or something?

Something.

427 Market Street,
that's the building

you were supposed
to knock down.

Yeah, yeah,
that's what we had.

But apparently,
our computer caught the error

and corrected it.

You better check
with your company.

Tell them they've got a computer
that's lost its marbles.

[dramatic music]

They did what?

What's the name?

Acme Wrecking.

Alright, I'll see what I can
find out about it right away.

It's a computerized operation.

Anything connected
with computers lately

has been bad luck.

I got a hunch we've
only seen the beginning.

I'll see you later.

See what you can find out about
a computer at Acme Wrecking.

See if there's anything
unusual about it.

Yes, sir.

[telephone ringing]

Yes?

Right,
this is Arnold T. Banner.

Uh, I'm Ms. Wilbur,
Washington Federal Bank.

I just wanted to inform you

that your account
has been opened.

What account is that?

[Banker] Well,
the $100,000 escrow account.

Now it's in your name,
but of course,

the money won't be available
until it's released

by our San Francisco branch.

That's where you had it
deposited originally, I suppose.

Yes.

Sure. San Francisco.

Now you're entitled
to a free safe deposit box,

free travelers' checks

and membership
in our VIP club.

How nice.

Does it say anything
on the escrow account

about when or where
the money will be released?

Um, something about completion
of transaction.

Doesn't say
what transaction or when.

I'm sure we'll get the, uh,
word at the proper time.

Thank you for calling.

The Acme Wrecking Company
is a legitimate

organization, Steve.

I have here,
the handwritten demolition order

with the Market Street
address.

And of course,
they have no idea

who put in that substitution.

Could be a computer error.

Mm-mm.

Computers don't make errors.
People do.

If a machine
is programmed wrong,

you're gonna
get wrong answers.

Now, from what Steve
has been telling me

and what
I've been seeing myself,

somebody has deliberately
made a master computer

do some very scary things.

Scary things, eh?

I understand that you're quite

an accomplished programmer
yourself, Emily.

Mister, if that's your cute way
of hinting that I tried

to get myself slapped around
by a wrecking ball,

there are ways of getting killed
that are a lot more laughs.

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I'm just simply
stating the fact

that your computer
at Data mate

was apparently tied-in illegally
to a government machine.

Now, as far
as these scary things

that were happening,
they only began to happen

when Colonel Austin started
investigating your company.

Data mate.

[sighs] Is he for real?

Steve told you about Cloche.
Now, didn't it register?

We have checked every file
in the entire world

including Interpol. Nothing.

So he doesn't have
a police record.

You know, not everybody does.
I don't.

We don't even know
that he exists!

He doesn't have
a social security number!

He doesn't have a background
or a history.

He doesn't even
have a bank account

to receive the money
that you said you paid him

when you bought Data mate!

I've got cancelled checks!

You could have endorsed
them yourself.

Cloche could have a computer
tied from his office

to the Data mate machine.

Why don't I check that out?

Steve, Steve, wait,
I'm going with you.

Because if I'm Cloche, I'd like
to be there when I confront me.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Good morning, Fowler.

Is the launch on schedule?

Yes, on-board computer

is all set to be
re-programmed by us.

Is everything alright
on your side?

Will be.

I need your help
in moving my computer.

- Something's gone wrong!
- Relax.

It's just
a preventative measure.

Steve Austin is snooping.

He won't find anything.

If anybody finds out that I
tampered with the equipment

in the satellite launch,
I could be in trouble until--

Pull yourself together!
Please...

Panic doesn't contribute
greatly to efficiency.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

Nobody there.

What?

Office was cleaned out
this morning.

Cloche?

Porter Moving Company was here.
Took everything.

Any idea where?

Well, now, moving men
don't like to talk a lot.

They just grunt.

[door lock clacks]

Hey, it's open.

Just like mine was open when
you got into Data mate, huh?

Would I lie?

Anything?

Nothing I can tell you about.
Sorry.

[Emily sighs]

Now you think I'm the spy
who went out in the cold.

Look, I do trust you, I--I just
can't tell you about this.

I'll see you later.

Don't forget
your cloak and dagger!

[dramatic music]

[knocking]

[knocking]

- Mr. Arnold Banner?
- What is it?

Envelope.

- You'll have to sign for it.
- Well, give it to me.

[dramatic music]

Tsk.

[Oscar] This is the exact
information

that Bell dug up
on Acme Wrecking.

I know, it was left out
in the open where

someone would be sure
to find it.

- To frame Bell?
- It was an obvious plant.

I didn't tell Emily
because Bell

automatically
comes under suspicion.

This is probably proof
that Bell

is as pure
as new-falling snow.

We'll still have to check
him out though, Steve.

He's still working
on the Ryker project

and you know
how sensitive that is.

Well, if Canton could be framed,
so could Bell.

What's important is who's really
stealing OSI computer data.

The invisible Mr. Cloche.

He's a major threat
to national security.

With his control of computers,

like the one at Acme Wrecking,

he could arrange
to kill anyone

who comes close
to tracking him down.

[mysterious music]

[music continues]

Where's the computer?

How do I know?

It's gone!

I suppose,
Steve Austin took it.

Took it? Took it where? How?

- Why?
- I'll find out!

Come on, let's get out of here,
this place

will be swarming
with security.

Drop those things!

[clatters]

[telephone rings]

- Data mate.
[Cloche] Hi!

Oh, you. Hello.

I just wondered
if I'd accumulated any mail.

Uh-huh. That doesn't
sound too important.

I'll, uh...
I'll stop by when I get time.

How are things?
What's been happening?

Uh, nothing, nothing,
actually.

Uh, things started out slow,
then got quiet,

now I'm working on dull.

[sighs] Where are you?

Uh, b--between stops.

Well, I'd sure welcome
some company.

Are you alone now?

Never more alone.
Why don't you come on over?

We can have a drink
or dinner or...

I'd like that. Uh...

I'll see if I can clear
my schedule and call you back.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

But if the OSI moved
that master computer...

they've got her working
for them, too.

Well, then we've gotta call
the plan off. I...

I mean, I--if somebody,

probably OSI,
has the computer,

that, that means
they can control it.

T--they'll know about us,
t--they'll know everything

we were gonna do.

If the OSI has it...

maybe I can get it back.

You take a taxi
to Ryker and wait.

Hm?

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[Oscar] What do you mean,
you can't find

where the equipment was moved?

What kind of a moving company
is that anyway?

Get tough with them.
Let's get a court order on 'em.

Amazing.

The Porter people
have absolutely no record

of any pickup
at Cloche's office.

Needless to tell you,
their routing

was done by computer.
[intercom buzzes]

Yeah.

[Woman] Call for Colonel Austin
on line one.

For you, Steve.

- Colonel Austin.
- Steve, I'm sorry.

I think I blew it.
Cloche called.

I was trying to get him
to come on over here.

Well, I think I came
on a bit too strong.

He's been trying
to date me for two months

and when I finally played ready,
he just cooled off.

We've got some security people
on their way to your building.

Now, if Cloche should show up,
just stall him.

Don't take any chances.
He's dangerous.

Okay. I sure would feel
a lot safer if you were here.

I'll see you in a little while
when I finish here.

[knock on door]

Steve,
there's somebody at the door.

Stay on the line?

I--it might be him.

Come in.

I'm from OSI.

Oh, oh, yeah, okay, fine,
I'll be right with you.

It's okay, Steve.
It's one of your guys.

He's kind of good-looking.

If you're tied up,
just take your time.

I'll see you later, okay?

I'll be over a little later.

[whirring]

[clicking]

No, no! There will be no
restrictions on his activities.

Right, good.

Joe Canton got back
from his vacation early.

- What're you doing about it?
- What am I doing about it?

I'm trusting him.

He's in the computer room now
catching up on everything.

- I'm gonna go down and see him.
- Okay.

Colonel Austin.

Harold. What's going on?

I heard Joe Canton
was cleared. I...

I just wanted
to tell you how glad I am.

Yes, we all are.
Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Does that mean you've located
the stolen money?

Sit down.

I wish...

I wish that we had, but no.

Ah, well, I've...

I've been trying to backtrack
as you ordered.

Obviously, the line
into our computer has been

tied into another
computer somewhere,

but I haven't found
any links to follow.

Well, you've done
the best you can.

Have any of our other
departments, uh,

found out anything about
the computer we're after?

We're up against a blank wall.

Ah, well,
I'll keep working and, uh,

put out the word
I'm to be informed

should anything develop.

Hm. Yes, do that.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, thank you very much,
Dennis.

- Hello, Joe.
- Hello. I owe you a big one.

- Oh, forget it.
- Well, you went to bat for me.

I don't think
I'd have believed in myself

with the evidence I saw.

Well, maybe I know you better.

It looks bad, real bad, Steve.

What's the chances
of backtracking

to whoever put up this stunt?

Whoever... or whatever?

What do you mean?

Well, these are my babies.

I raised them,
nursed them...

taught 'em
everything they know.

And I love 'em.

But I gotta
tell you something.

I'm scared of 'em.

If a pet elephant
at the zoo...

were to go off its rocker
and attack its keeper...

Now that wouldn't be news.

The computers are elephants?

Million times smarter,
million times stronger.

And we still
don't know just how

these mechanical brains
function.

Yeah, but they can't move
around, Joe. They got no legs.

More legs than a centipede,
Steve.

They're tied
into every telephone wire

that ties into any device hooked
to any other computer.

I had a few bumps today
that kind of shook me up,

but I still believe there
was a man behind it.

Probably,
maybe I've been working too long

with these things.

I--I'm dreaming up
nightmares.

But I can tell you,
it'd be a lot easier

dealing with a,
an evil man...

than a master computer
that's gone amok.

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[button clicks]

[sighs]

[button clicking]

Tell me something.

Are you the kind of guy
that would bring wine

with fish and chips?

I beg your pardon?

You're not. Forget it.

Everybody out, please,
right now.

- We're clearing the building.
- Why?

There's been a report
that a bomb has been planted

somewhere
in one of the offices.

Okay, miss.

We gotta get out of here,
fast.

Right, as soon as I make
one phone call to Steve Austin.

Miss, didn't you hear the
policeman? He said right now.

Right now. Right now, as soon
as I finish this phone call.

Steve Austin, please.

[whirring]

[computer clicking]

Emily, it may be a hoax,

but don't take any chances.
Clear out.

Well, then you won't
get to see me.

- [Steve] I'll manage.
- I won't be here.

Unless of course, you want to
meet me at my apartment later.

What is it?

Martine Apartments,
1987 Haven Hurst,

apartment 804.

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Colonel Austin?

- Who are you?
- Doesn't matter.

Go up the stairs, please.

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Look, I never saw you before
in my life

and you shove a gun at me,
why?

- Robbery?
- No. Move.

Well, what then?

It wouldn't do you any good
if I told you.

Come on. What are you,
some kind of a hitman?

Right.

- Who hired you?
- I don't know.

It doesn't really make
any difference anyway, Colonel.

The important thing is...

is to do a good job.

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