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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 comin' 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...

[airplane droning]

[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.

[theme music]

[dramatic music]

Reporting as ordered,
comrade general.

Such formality, Andrea.

This is an assignment,
not a military review.

- Relax.
- Thank you, Semyon.

You read the file on the
missile launcher incident, hm?

The latest top secret
version of our launcher.

Code name, Mountain.

Stolen from one of
our so-called allies.

One of our most valuable
military devices.

So naturally, I assign
our most valuable

operative to get it back.

What have you to go on?

You have nothing,
unfortunately.

But you'll find some leads.
I have confidence.

Do we assume the Americans
are behind this?

[laughing]

We always assume the Americans
are behind everything.

As they assume we are.

This case, it seems
very probable.

Americans, working
through their agents,

or hiring some shabby
traitor to sell out

for a few of their
beloved dollars.

I shall go to work
at it at once, comrade.

You have top priority with
all facilities of the KGB.

Thank you.

This is it, Andrea.

We want it back.

[goat bleating]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[airplanes droning]

Santos! Santos!

Planes!

[Santos] Routine surveillance.

The imperialists
follow their routines

with blind predictability.

If this works, we can hold
the whole world for ransom,

and finance an army
of terrorists.

I said it will work.

We're almost in position.

[music continues]

[airplanes droning]

[music continues]

Reconnaissance planes
report all clear.

Good.

[airplanes droning]

[telephone ringing]

Colonel Austin.

Roger.

Air force says it's okay. The
perimeter security is all clear.

Let's roll her out.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

The OSI's remote guidance
system is the real kicker.

We can control that tank
from ten miles off, safely.

That capability makes
it a major advance

for NATO's ground defenses.

Impressive.

[engine revving]

The tank will be reaching
the experimental range now.

Are you certain?

I spent two weeks there
cleaning out latrines,

and memorizing the layout
and procedures.

Whenever we're ready.

[engine revving]

I have the experimental tank
locked on radar.

We must hit it
the first time, Santos.

There will be
no second chance.

And the test base is over
20 kilometers away.

These missiles are self-guided
and accurate

up to 50 kilometers.

A modern American
military miracle,

compliments of the OSI.

Now!

[missile launcher whirring]

[dramatic music]

[whooshing]

[whirring]

Radar's picked up on something.

Missile or a large
artillery shell!

Bring back the tank.

[missile droning]

[explosion]

[dramatic music]

[metal clattering]

How did that miss us?

It was flying
right for our heads!

Lucky, I guess.

[car engines revving]

[Steve] This picture was taken by one of
the test monitor cameras, Oscar.

The tank dodged,
and the missile followed it

like it had the scent.

In a sophisticated,
electronic sense, it had, Steve.

It's a smart missile.
One of ours.

- What, American?
- Worse.

It was developed by the OSI.

How embarrassing,
it just blew up a NATO tank.

Any idea
who pulled the trigger?

He's gone under a dozen names,
but usually, Santos.

Santos?

Ideological terrorist

worked for the Black September

and the Japanese
Vengeance Brigade.

There was an airport
hijacking at...

Gatwick Airport, two years ago.

Eight killed,
twenty-three wounded

and a 747 blown up.

And Santos got away
clean, Steve,

with a half a million
British pounds.

And he got away clean
this time, too.

Ballistics indicate
that the missile

was fired from a farmhouse

about 20 kilometers away.

We checked it out,
and it was clean.

There's just no way to hide
an entire

missile launch complex.

Oh, yes, there is,
if it's mobile.

And that's just what he did.

He fired the missile
and then he drove away

with the missile vehicle.

- We don't have such a vehicle.
- We don't.

But the Russians do.

Self-powered, heavily armored,
mobile missile launcher.

Code named, Gora.
Mountain. Moving Mountain.

- Santos stole it? How?
- We don't know.

Maybe with help from the inside,
some ideological fanatic.

We don't even know
how he got our missiles.

But I'm gonna find out while
you're out looking for them.

Bringing back the missiles
and Santos?

And the Soviet missile launcher,
if possible.

Oscar, did it ever
occur to you that the Russians

may be interested
in nailing Santos,

getting their Mountain back
and not to mention our missiles?

Yes, it has, colonel.

They're going
to send somebody

and you're just gonna
have to handle him.

[dramatic music]

[Andrea] This time, at least
the Americans

were not responsible
for the theft of Mountain.

We've established
that the terrorist, Santos,

has the device.

Of course.
Things fall into place.

I've done some
establishing, too.

The NATO robot tank.

Destroyed by a rocket
during a test run

to show its capabilities.

- Our work?
- Hm.

No, we limited ourselves to
arranging for these photographs

and acquiring some
very interesting information.

That tank was blown up
by an American missile.

One remarkably accurate missile
fired from who knows where?

The Americans had a safe
perimeter of seven miles.

So you assume it was fired
from our mobile launcher.

An American missile,
stolen by Santos

fired from a Russian launcher,
stolen by Santos.

I'll go after him at once.

[Gorbukov] The Americans have
assigned Colonel Steve Austin,

OSI, to the case.

To recover
the American missiles?

Of course,
but I don't want simply

to break even on this
just to get Mountain back.

We need a profit
this time, Andrea.

Hmm. Pressure again?

There is always pressure.

They're reviewing my budget now.
I need a success.

Remember, your father
was killed

in an attempt to penetrate
the OSI armory two years ago.

This could be your opportunity

to complete the mission
he planned against the OSI.

You know about Austin.

He does not know about you.

Use that advantage. Block him,
trick him, seduce him.

Do whatever is necessary.

- Whatever?
- I know your feelings, Andrea.

On this assignment, there will
be no necessity to kill.

Thank you.

I do not like it,
she's too soft.

Full of humanitarianism.
It is ridiculous.

I agree.

But she will function
with higher efficiency

if she believes
that she doesn't have to kill.

But when it is necessary...

there is a trigger
in Andrea's mind.

She doesn't know
about it herself.

But when I pull it...

she will kill Austin
with the greatest of pleasure.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Sorry.

I was told, uh,
no one was here.

The Vallardins are away.
Did you want them?

No. Are you here often?

I come in every day to clean up
a bit and to milk the cow.

- Then you were here yesterday?
- Yes, sir.

- About this time?
- Uh, earlier.

Did you notice
anything unusual?

No.

The Fouquets, from the farm,
three kilometers down the road,

they went into town,
a day early, this week.

Did, uh, did you notice
any strange vehicles?

I don't think so, sir.
They drove in their wagon.

On, no. Not the neighbors.
Uh...

Any, uh,
military-looking vehicles?

No, sir!

[beeping]

[tense music]

Thanks.

If there is anything
I can do, sir...

No, thanks.

[dramatic music]

[Oscar] There's your
peasant girl.

- She's not mine.
- You bet she isn't.

She belongs to the KGB,
Gorbukov's special unit.

"Andrea Alexeyovna Mestrova.

Rank, major.

Top-level agent."

Outstanding record,
including this morning.

Thanks. I needed that.

It's a good thing
she wasn't after you.

She's after Santos.

And she looks like she's got a
roaring head start on you, pal.

Not exactly,
I gave Rudy a description

of the match I found.

Yeah, I had this sketch made

and I ran some details
through the computer.

It comes from
a mountain village

about 80 kilometers
east of here.

It's a well-known starting point
for climbing the alps.

Charming inn there,
named the Chamonix.

Chamonix.

Well, you know
where you're goin'.

[dramatic music]

[car honking]

[telephone ringing]

Yes?

Who?

You're certain?

Alright, then,
put him through.

Hello, Oscar.
How are you?

I'm fine, Semyon.
I'm in excellent health.

- I'm anxious to talk with you.
- I'm flattered, my friend.

Any subject in particular?
Sports? Theatre? Music? Hm?

[Oscar] How about Santos
and my budget?

I'm not sure I understand.

Semyon, let's be semi-honest
for a change.

I have an agent out looking
for Santos and my missiles.

You have an agent out
looking for Santos

and your mobile launcher.

It's seems as if we have
a community of interest.

In Santos, yes.

You mentioned your budget,
Oscar.

We're always fighting
penny-pinching bookkeepers too.

Are you suggesting
that, uh, we might save money

by not opposing each other?

Better yet.
How about cooperation?

Two agents, one team.

No waste of energy,
and a better shot at Santos.

I see. But, uh, your missiles.
And our launcher.

Once we nail Santos,
you take your property,

I take mine
and we go home.

Hmm. Most intriguing.

But at the moment,
Colonel Austin has,

I understand,
fallen a trifle behind.

Wrong, Semyon.

He'll be in Chamonix
in less than two hours.

Very good.

- Alright, Oscar, why not?
- [Oscar] Then it's a deal?

Yes, Andrea
and your Steve Austin,

uh, they'll make
a marvelous team!

Temporarily, of course.

Of course, Semyon.

You know, Semyon...

we may have just made
a little history today.

We shall know that, Oscar,
when we have Santos.

So the best of luck.

You're trusting
Semyon Gorbukov?

You cannot believe him!

I don't!

It's obvious that in a crisis,

Austin will simply
overpower Andrea.

Exactly!
And what will stop him?

Two years ago,
Andrea's father died,

trying to penetrate
OSI security.

What she doesn't know...

is that Colonel Steve Austin
killed him.

When she learns that,
she will kill Austin

without hesitation.

[dramatic music]

[honking]

- This is insane!
- I agree.

But our thimble-brained
superiors gave the order.

Major Mestrova,
we are now a team, you and me.

Hm? Call your com center.

I've got the number,
in case you've forgotten it.

Oh, it's ridiculous!

Exactly what I told Oscar, but
you haven't heard it all yet.

You know how I got this
at the desk?

- I'm your husband.
- What?

We're newlyweds,
Mrs. Austin.

On a honeymoon, off into
the romantic wild mountains.

Newlyweds?

- Oh, because of Santos.
- Hmm.

The perfect cover
while we search for Santos.

Who'd suspect two lovers?

We can, uh, wander around,
and, uh...

[knock on door]

I took the liberty of ordering
us some champagne.

I thought you might need it.

I do.

Come in!

How wonderful, darling!

It looks very tasty.

Exactly what I was thinking.

We don't seem to have
much choice, Colonel Austin.

Yes, this is true.

But, uh, it's not
Colonel Austin... it's Steve.

In that case, Steve.

To coexistence.

[dramatic music]

I don't recognize the man.

The woman is
Major A. A. Mestrova

of the KGB.

Right here, in our hotel.

Extremely convenient.

[dramatic music]

You'll have no difficulties,
Mr. Austin.

Just stay
on those trails there.

Thank you.

[music continues]

Standard operating procedure.

- I've got the trails marked.
- Good.

My people say
Santos is still in the area.

Yeah, with the Mountain
and the missiles.

How much does that
Mountain launcher weigh?

Fully equipped without
armament, uh, four tons.

How many missiles
did he steal?

Six. He's used one.

- How heavy are they?
- Uh, 250 pounds.

Not a little toy
he can drive on every trail.

The road to the north
is too steep.

He'd avoid the populated
areas to the west.

And the bridge across the river
to the south

isn't strong enough.

Due east, into the valley.
That's where we'll find him.

Somewhere...

What is it?

Oh, I was, uh,

just congratulating myself
on my great taste in wives.

[phone beeping]

- Good morning, Oscar.
- Steve...

You were supposed to check in
two and a half minutes ago.

I overslept. Just relax,
we're leavin' now.

I've laid out a search pattern.
We'll check with you tonight.

Good.

Have an interesting
honeymoon, pal,

and send my best
to your bride.

All bureaucrats
are the same.

Living by their paper schedules,
in their paper worlds.

I checked in with my
Com Control earlier.

They wanted to know
if you had attempted

to influence me
ideologically.

We better start moving.

Aren't we going to have
breakfast first?

I'm very hungry.

Of course.

Tell me about yourself, Andrea.

Brothers, sisters,
family, friends.

I'm an orphan. No family.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that why
you became an agent?

In a way, perhaps.
Why did you?

Ex-astronaut, you could have
found an easier life.

I read your file, Steve.
As I am sure you read mine.

[Steve] Sure, all the paperwork.

But that's a sorry approximation
for a human being.

Of a beautiful girl,
with a sense of humor

and a taste for the ballet.

I am quite un-Russian.

I am bored by the ballet.

But when I was little, I planned
to become a hockey player.

Unfortunately,
I did not grow up

to be six-feet tall,
weighing two hundred pounds.

With all your teeth
knocked out.

I'm just as glad.

My second choice was to be
a Cossack trick rider.

I've always loved horses.

That sounds a little bit
more feminine.

Not the way I ride!

It's curious.

We are enemies
from different worlds.

And yet, I can talk to you
so easily.

I know, Andrea.

We're in a difficult
profession.

But, you know, now,
for just a little while,

we can be just two people.

Speaking for one of them,
I'm very grateful.

Alright, Capitalist Swine,
let's go.

On our way, Red Menace.

[dramatic music]

Kill them.

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[Oscar] How's it going, Rudy?

Well, as soon as we finish
the seeking circuitry

we'll be able
to patch into the OSI

computer bank
via satellite.

- What's the level of security?
- It's normal.

Well, that's not good enough,
not on this one.

With the Russians monitoring
every transmission.

I want these communications
penetration proof.

Oscar, that'd take time.

I don't care what it'll take.
Can you do it?

Yeah.

Well, there goes
my night's sleep.

I'll allocate OSI funds

for an extra pot
of hot coffee.

[owl hooting]

[suspenseful music]

[crickets chirping]

[music continues]

It's just me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.
I find it reassuring.

As your American saying
has it.

"Better to be quick
than dead."

Although, I wish we were only
climbing in the mountains

without fears,
without the promise of death.

Yeah, I know. But we both
volunteered and here we are.

Yes, and I will tell you,
Steve,

I've have had
worse assignments.

And worse partners.

Well, I'll drink to that.

[soft music]

[tense music]

[exhales]

Done?

- Couple of hours.
- I'll check with Steve.

[whirring]

[phone beeping]

My master's voice.

Morning, Oscar.

We're approximately
30 kilometers out.

We haven't seen
anything or anybody.

I wouldn't expect that you
would, Steve, first day.

We'll have our information
retrieval capability

ready in a couple of hours.

Terrific! We'll try to think
of some interesting questions.

Anything you want to know,
Andrea?

[Steve] NATO secrets? OSI codes?

[Andrea]
Will I get an answer?

- Not for your pretty ears.
- Hmm.

No. Nothing right now, Oscar.

Over and out.

[device whirring]

The way Steve sounds...

He's out there with a woman

who's a top-notch,
dedicated KGB agent.

And I think
she's softening him up.

Get me everything you can
on Major Mestrova.

Will do.

[water gushing]

- Beautiful, huh?
- Yeah.

Maybe we'll come back some day
when we're not on assignment.

I like that.

- We better move.
- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[birds chirping]

[beeping]

- What is it?
- There's somebody up there.

- Where?
- I'll handle it.

You just keep walking
to hold his attention.

[upbeat music]

[metallic thud]

You're going to tell me
a few things I want to know.

- What did you find?
- One of Santos' men.

- I left him tied up.
- Where's Santos?

Well, unless that fellow is
lying, which I don't think he is

he's back at the
Creva Hotel setting up an ambush

for the OPEC's ministers meeting
tomorrow afternoon.

OPEC. The oil ministers?

Santos has the missiles
targeted for the hotel.

One for the road in, the second
will hit the ministers

if they don't come up
with the ransom.

Hmm.

Austin to Goldman.
Austin to Goldman!

Austin to Goldman.

Austin to Goldman!

[birds chirping]

[Steve] It's wiped out.

I'm beyond the range
of my communications device,

so we're on our own.

Past the point of no return.

So we stop Santos
or he won't be stopped.

Well, I guess we better
stop him. Let's go.

[device whirring]

I can't get through to Steve.
Steve? Steve Austin?

This is Oscar Goldman speaking,
calling Steve Austin.

Hopeless.
All we're getting is dead air.

I'll just have to gamble
that he's alright.

Yeah.

I've gotten all our data
on Andrea Mestrova.

I don't think
she'll slow Steve down much.

Impressive record, that lady.

And Mestroff started training
her when she was in diapers.

- Mestroff?
- Her father.

Alexei Ivanovich Mestroff.
Why?

[dramatic music]

Get me through to Moscow.
Semyon Gorbukov.

Oscar, it's always a pleasure
to hear from you.

But two phone calls
in so short a time?

My superiors will begin to
wonder if I'm up to something.

I know what you're up to,
and it won't work, Semyon.

Oscar, you're disturbed.
Have I done anything?

Mestrova.
Mestroff's daughter.

Ah! Marvelous girl.
You should meet her.

You'd love her.

- Her father was killed--
- [Semyon] By Austin.

Luck of the game.
Oscar...

we're old hands,
we don't hold grudges

for the failures,
the risks, the hurts, hm?

You assigned her
to kill Steve Austin.

Oscar, I thought
we trusted each other.

We are old hands, pal.
Too old to trust.

So, I have warned
Steve Austin

that he might be
with a bitter enemy.

Good. Not true,
but it will relieve your mind.

If I'd thought it was important,
I'd have mentioned it

when we first spoke.

Alright, alright.
But warn her.

She hasn't a chance if she tries
anything with Steve Austin.

I'll tell her.
But Mestrova needs no warnings.

She has accepted
the circumstances

of her father's death.
Oh, relax, Oscar, hm?

We're not fighting
the Cold War this week.

[chuckles] We're allies.

Call me anytime.

[slamming phone]

[Mishkin] Goldman knows.

He's told Austin.

That's what he says.

I was right, Mestrova is no good
for this assignment.

With Austin knowing,
she has not a chance

and she lacks
the killer instinct.

If Oscar had been able
to warn Austin,

why would he phone me
to tell me?

Why wouldn't he warn Austin?

I don't know.

If I had to guess,
I would say

there's been some
communications breakdown.

At any rate, his call
is a guarantee that

he hasn't managed
to alert his agent.

So, Mishkin old friend,
all goes well.

All goes very well indeed.

Just beyond this point
is Creva Ridge.

And the hotel.

There's nothing else in the
valley except a few houses

for the peasants
who work the hotel grounds.

Santos is there.

Waiting, waiting
for the ministers.

And watching
for anyone to arrive.

- Which we are about to do.
- It's undoubtedly guarded.

There's no way
to surprise him.

But we must capture him.

Well, with no hope to sneak in
that leaves only

a frontal approach
in broad daylight.

So we march in, knock on the
door and announce our presence?

Something like that.
With modifications.

Sounds crazy, but then again

the two of us
going against Santos' gang

isn't exactly sane
no matter how we do it.

Well, we won't need
this anymore.

If Santos spots us,
we won't need anything

short of a high-velocity
machine gun.

You're right.

Let me have some of that
machine gun ammunition.

- Planning to shoot someone?
- Nope.

Planning to give
that impression.

How did you do that?

Just a matter of applying
pressure in the right place.

I once got out of a tight spot
using firecrackers.

- Same idea.
- Hmm.

When you finish what you're
doing, we have to wait

until morning to go after
Santos, right?

- Right.
- Hmm.

All night, just the two of us
and nothing to do.

Yeah, we'll have to think
of something, won't we?

I already have.

[romantic music]

[exhales]

I found him tied to a tree
like a peasant's goat.

Santos, I had to tell them.
He would've killed me.

- Instead, you betrayed us.
- No! We can get away.

No, no, no, no.
Don't be stupid.

If they'd raised an alarm,
the hills would be

crawling with troops by now.

No, we shall
have the pleasure

of striking a blow
against both.

Mestrova and the American
are undoubtedly nearby.

And soon, they will be making
a strike against the lodge.

And it will be a surprise.

[engine revving]

[Oscar] This is Oscar Goldman
speaking.

I'd like to speak
to Semyon Gorbukov.

I'm sorry, Comrade Goldman.
Comrade Gorbukov is not here.

Do you know where he is? Do you
know where I can reach him?

I do not know,
is there any message

I can give him
when he returns?

Would you be good enough
to have him call me?

He knows my number.
It's very important.

He will be told the minute
he enters, Comrade Goldman.

- When?
- I don't know.

He could be sitting
right there.

Goldman must be worried
about Austin.

Since he is worrying
about Austin, I won't.

Why should both of us
be concerned

about an American agent?
Hmm?

But Mestrova is with him.
We have not heard from her.

Oh, Mishkin, Mishkin,
you have no trust in people!

Mestrova is a remarkable woman.
I believe in her.

Until I have reason to doubt
that she is doing well...

I will assume
that she will complete

her assignment as always.

And Austin?

That will be
part of her assignment.

You know what it might be,
he could be ducking your call

because he hasn't told Mestrova
what you asked him to.

I don't expect him
to tell me the truth.

I just thought I might get some
hint from the tone of his voice.

In the meantime,
he left us hanging high and dry.

Never mind
where we're left, Rudy.

Steve is facing a dangerous
group of terrorists

and he's got a woman
for a partner

that probably
intends to kill him.

[dramatic music]

- You okay?
- Never better.

- Uh, you're some kind of lady.
- I admit a weakness.

I wouldn't like it if anything
happened to you,

imperialist dog.

If I have my druthers, nothin'
will happen to either one of us.

- Come on, let's go.
- Oh.

[music continues]

- [Andrea] It's quiet so far.
- Yeah, too quiet.

They've spotted us.

[creaking]

[music continues]

[creaking]

Freeze!

[music continues]

[engine revving]

Your Mountain,
Comrade Mestrova

and your missiles,
Colonel Austin

in position to greet

the OPEC ministers
this afternoon.

It's unfortunate
you won't be able to see

the successful marriage
of technologies

of the US and the USSR.

Maybe we can make a deal.

We'll do anything you say.

[firecrackers exploding]

[dramatic music]

On your bellies.
Flat.

Arms out.
Hands spread. Quick.

[music continues]

- Good job.
- You aren't bad.

At any rate, it-- it's done.

Semyon!

That's how Santos
knew about us.

And how he stole
the Soviet missile launcher.

- Yes.
- Why?

The most capitalist of motives,
Andrea Alexeyovna.

Money.
Two million dollars.

You don't care about money.
You work for our country.

I grow old, I grow old.

I shall wear the bottoms
of my trousers rolled.

[Semyon] English is a marvelous
language for poets.

I am losing influence,
the politburo is suspicious,

they make demands, threats.

What are you talkin' about?
You're a hero.

Oh, yes. Of course.

And an aging hero
is an old man

in a faded uniform,
sitting on a park bench,

trying to stay alive
on his pension.

No! Not for me!

So that's why you plotted
treason with Santos.

[Gorbukov] A gamble.
And a very good one.

I still play excellent chess.

We were planning on asking
two billion dollars

in ransom
from the OPEC ministers.

I stood to win a share of it,

or, at least,
a measure of prestige

for ending
the notorious Santos.

But I didn't plan
on witnesses.

Drop your gun, Semyon.

Andrea Alexeyovna, do you know
how your father died?

What?

In the United States.
At the hands of an OSI agent.

This OSI agent,
Steve Austin.

[tense music]

- Steve?
- It's in the official file.

- Steve...
- Approximately two years ago.

The experimental explosive,
you remember, Colonel?

Steve...

Yes, I remember.

I surprised the man.
He was carrying explosives.

He ran and they detonated.

Yes.

[Gorbukov] The man who
murdered your father.

Kill him,
Moscow will be delighted.

Santos, his terrorist brigade

and the man who murdered
Alexei Ivanovich Mestroff.

Kill him!

[suspenseful music]

Austin!

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

Andrea...

not for me, for your father.

[Gorbukov] The father you loved.

Kill him!

[dramatic music]

Andrea.

[music continues]

- [Andrea] Steve, it's impossible.
- Why?

- I have to report in.
- Well, me too.

But you need rest and I feel
a responsibility

to see that you get it.

[knocking on door]

Steve!

I told them to make up
something suitable

for two newlyweds,
for one week.

One week!
Okay, two weeks.

Filthy crypto-fascist.

Bolshevik saboteur, I bet you
make love to your tractor.

That's one bet you'd lose.

[romantic music]

[theme music]