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They're arriving, Doctor.

I'm forced to beg from fools.

For all their yachts
and their art galleries,

they're no more than gangsters.

However, they pay the
fiddler, so we must dance.

Greet them with enthusiasm
and the proper respect.

Welcome, Baron. I'm Katy,
Dr. Franklin's assistant.

My dear Constantine.
How good to see you.

Don't be a bore, Franklin.

We have received your request
for an additional $10 million

in development funds, which is
preposterous beyond comment.

Before we would even
consider more investment,

we demand to see a report
on the progress of the money

that you have spent so far.

I suppose you have
paid for the right to see it.

Come on.

My creations.

What's that?

Robots?

I call them fembots.
The perfect women.

Programmable,
obedient, and as beautiful,

or as deadly as I
choose to make them.

You fraud.

The deal that my Board of
Directors agreed to finance was

for you to obtain the
Weather Control Device

presently under
development by the OSI.

Please, Baron, just give
us a chance to explain.

But instead of dealing
honestly with us,

you squander our money
on these idiotic toys.

I worked for the
OSI for 10 years,

and I know the
weaknesses of their system.

The Weather Control Machine
is a Security-Six project,

and far too massive to steal
without very special arrangements.

Honestly, Baron, the
fembots are the best way.

Look.

Between each of these
men is a human glue

that holds the OSI together

by handling the countless details and
implementing the command decisions.

Monitoring phone calls, making
appointments, scheduling conferences.

In short, the secretaries of the
most important men are on this chart.

Under phase one of my plan,

certain of these
strategically located ladies

will be replaced by my fembots.

That's Lynda Wilson. Rudy
Wells' secretary and assistant.

We've had her under
surveillance for a month.

She'll be the first
woman replaced.

When my Board of Directors hears
my report, Franklin, you are a dead man.

Please, we can prove
they'll work, if only you'll look

at one of the finished products.

Don't be so stupid.

These ridiculous mannequins
aren't going to fool anybody.

Baron.

They're really remarkable.

Please ask them for
the additional funds.

I took the liberty of getting
your directors on the line.

Give...

Give him the money.

Hi. Jaime Sommers
to see Oscar Goldman.

Uh... Yes, Miss Sommers.
Park in stall 54, please.

Thank you.

Jaime! Hi, Lynda.

See you in a few
minutes, okay? Right.

Good morning, Miss Wilson.

Morning, Paul.
It's a beautiful day.

Yes, it is.

Uh-huh. Mr. Goldman's having a security
conference with Grade Eights at 3:30.

Yes?

Oh, no, no. No,
5:00's impossible.

Because Mr. Goldman's
meeting with the secretary

and then the Committee
for Development Planning,

and then... Hold on, please.

Uh, yes.

Oh, yes, yes, he will
have cocktails at 6:30

with the British and French
ambassadors. Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay.

Oh. Oh, shut up!

How've you been, Jaime?

Oh, well, I thought I had been
very busy till I came in here.

Oh, I cannot deal
with this anymore.

I'm seriously thinking
of dumping this job.

Callahan, put the phone down.
Put them on hold. Come on.

All of them. Every one of them.

Very good. Now, take a
deep breath. Come on. Hurry.

Let it out. Relax.

Okay.

Thank you.

You look like you've had
a pretty bad morning. Oh...

They've all been bad lately.

And never one word of
encouragement from Mr. Goldman.

A-ha. Now we are
getting to the real problem.

What you have is the
unappreciated secretary syndrome.

Oh, and it's terrible.
It looks awful on you.

Now, he hasn't been too
sensitive to you lately, huh?

Oh...

Oh, that poor man doesn't
have any time to think about me.

I mean, it's my problem.

The pace around here
is driving me bananas.

Okay. But a little appreciation
wouldn't hurt, would it?

No, I guess not.

There are other
pressures, too, Jaime.

I could use some advice if
you've got a little time later.

Hey, I'll make time. Thanks.

Is he in? Oh, no. Not yet.

But, um, Dr. Wells did send for
you, and he's waiting in his office.

Oh, yeah? Why?

Maybe it's your heel alignment.

He could balance your toes.

Oh, very funny.

Good morning. Hi, Lynda.

Hi, Jaime, Rudy
sent me to find you.

Well, I was just on
my way to see him.

I'll see you later. Okay. Bye.

Don't quit till I get
back, okay? Right.

What's going on? A-ha.

Mr. Goldman's office.

Eyes hazel, 6.34
on the Fischer scale.

Hair brown, 10.9 Fischer scale.

Skin age, 31.7 years.

Voice sampling.

Morning, Paul.
Beautiful morning.

Volume range, 8.2 decibels. Southern
New England region intonations.

The estradiol molecules
in the cochlea area

vary from 4.3 to
5.1000 per nucleus.

The corticosterone count is
holding steady at 900 per nucleus.

The stretch factor of
the multimode fiber is...

We'll have to wait until this
blasted stretch gauge is fixed.

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry, Rudy. I didn't
mean to break anything...

No, no, no, no, no. That's
just what I was trying to do.

Uh... Stretch factor
breaking point, 3,147 pounds.

Hiya, Jaime.

Hi. Did you send for me?

Yeah, I sure did. Aside from
the pleasure of your company,

I want to make some
adjustments on your bionic hearing.

Why?

Well, I just want to fine tune
it higher for range and clarity.

I've developed some sonic
techniques that are really revolutionary.

Really? Yeah.

I'm not so sure I want a
revolution going on in my ear.

Okay. But if these tests
prove out my theory,

we'll be able to communicate
in ultrasonic ranges.

Nobody'll hear it but you
and Doberman pinschers.

Uh, Rudy, now
you know I love you,

but, uh... If you think
I'm gonna come running

every time you blow a dog
whistle, you're out of your mind.

A dog whistle? I didn't say
anything about blowing...

Um... Yeah, okay. Okay,
you can, uh, check my hearing,

because I just heard
a thunder storm.

Now, there's nothing in that
sky. Not a cloud. Nothing.

It's our Weather
Control Station.

Actually, it's the
experimental lab

for the full-size working model
we're building at White Sands.

Are you talking about things like, uh,
watering deserts and controlling floods?

Yeah. That was the plan,

but after some early success,
we ran into some real problems.

If we bring rain into one area,

it causes drought in another,

and international
law isn't even written

on a country's
rights to air currents.

Yes, but, Rudy, if it
works, that's fantastic.

No, it's not as
good as it sounds.

There are basic instabilities.

We have a limited power to
create severe storm conditions,

but we can't control the damage.

Steve's working on the project.

You mean Steve is here? Yeah.

That came from the Strato-Chamber
where Steve's working.

Get Oscar. Come on. All right.

Jaime! Cut the magnetic power!

Switch number four!

Steve, are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

For a minute, I was getting
a real charge out of that.

Oh, come on, that's not funny.

You all right, pal? Yeah.

I was trying to duplicate
a low pressure zone.

The electro-magnetic
charge in the neutron field

reached critical mass
before I could stop it.

Ask for rain and you
get a lightning storm.

Well, it looks like some
fusing in the bionics.

Some flash burns,
but nothing critical.

Oscar, I don't give up too easily,
but I'm gonna make an exception.

I think we ought to scrub this
whole experiment. It's too dangerous.

I happen to agree.

Well, we've had a lot tougher
projects and made them work.

You two are very good examples.

I'm under a lot of
pressure to make this work.

Aside from the time
and money spent,

think of the good it will do.

Unlimited irrigation,
controlled flooding.

Electrocution.

Take care of yourself,
pal. Get that fixed up.

You're lucky it hit
your bionic arm.

Yeah, it acted like a lightning
rod. Drew it right to me.

Lynda, get him to the lab, huh?

Now, we'll make a final check

before we transfer Lynda
Wilson's personal history

into the robot's memory bank.

For now, just transfer
the overall matrix

and the facial
expression analysis.

But how's she going to find
her way around inside the OSI?

I worked in there for 10 years.

My knowledge of the
place is in the computer, too.

As soon as the
memory transfer is made,

this fembot will find her way
around there just as well as I could.

Ready for the test, Doctor.

Okay.

Now, let's run a final
check on the optical system.

Look at me, Lynda.

Optical system
operating at 100%.

Excellent.

So now you can feed the rest of
our programs to our new assistant.

- Did you hear that?
- Loud and clear.

Just work it out. It should
be all right. All right.

Dr. Wells, Jaime's got a 60%
increase in bionic hearing sensitivity.

And we haven't peaked yet.

Wink your left
eye if you read me.

Rudy wants me
to test my repairs.

How about a game of
handball in the OSI courts?

Little dinner later.

Dr. Franklin, we're about 10
minutes away from the OSI building.

So I see. Keep your eyes open.

That's my point.

Hey, do we have a bet on
this game? A bet? Come on.

I've only played this twice.

Yeah, well, we definitely
should have a bet on this game.

And I've got a pretty good
idea what the prize should be.

Oh, really? Yeah.

You think you can give me a
hint without us getting arrested?

Uh-uh. No? Oh, boy.

Are you ready? I'm ready.

The OSI building is just ahead.
- I see it.

Well, that's game. I'll, uh,
tell you what I won later.

We're passing the
OSI gymnasium now.

Are you okay? Yeah.

I just don't think
Rudy's got all the bugs

worked out of this
new unit yet. It's...

Get down. Don't let
the guard see you.

Now it's gone again, darn it.

You're sure? Oh, well, yeah.

Maybe you better have Rudy
check it again. Okay. I will.

Listen, I would like to
go and talk to Callahan

for just a few
minutes before we go,

and then I'll meet you
in the parking lot. Okay?

All right. Okay.

Lynda should be out any moment.

Good night, Dr. Wells.
Good night, Lynda.

Get ready. She's coming now.

Help! No! Help!

Are you all right?
Well, I was...

I was just coming up to
see if you were all right.

What do you mean? Well,
I heard you call for help.

Who is she? LYNDA:
What are you talking about?

She's not one of the secretaries.
Just a few seconds ago.

I don't understand.
You heard what?

Well, it sounded like that.

I don't know.

There seems to
be some distortion

in this new amplifier that
I've got and I really wish

you'd turn it down for me a
couple of notches tomorrow.

What's she talking about?

We'll find out.

God. This is gonna
drive me crazy.

Can I drop you somewhere?

I think I'll be
all right. Really.

Congratulations, Franklin.

Your first fembot
passed the test.

Bye-bye.

You're doing a fine job, Lynda.

Keep him under surveillance.

No, Mom. I haven't quit yet.

Yes, Mother. I know
it's probably best.

Yeah. Mom, look, I know

that you always have
my best interests at heart.

Mom, listen, um, I
gotta go now, okay?

Mr. Goldman's calling. Yeah.

Okay. Bye.

You didn't have to do that.

Are you kidding? If I
hadn't given her that excuse,

I'd be on the phone for hours.

You got a minute?

I'd really like to
bend your ear.

Well, I think it's already
bent, but go ahead.

Huh? Never mind.

Callahan, you forgot I need that
Matthew Report for this meeting.

It's in your inbox, Mr. Goldman,
uh, second file down.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Sometimes I get the feeling

that unrelenting,
deadly efficiency

is not terribly appreciated.

Wait a minute, isn't this where I
came in this morning? Mmm-hmm.

And you still don't feel
any better. Mmm-mmm.

I feel so pressured, and so...

Unappreciated. Overworked.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

My mom wants me to come home
and meet a nice guy. The whole bit.

Well, you could
have worse advice.

Personally, I think this
place would fall apart

without you, but that's... Hmm.

Callahan, the revised
report isn't in this file.

It's Secret Class Three
material, Mr. Goldman.

It's... It's locked in your
upper right desk drawer.

Where Secret Class Three
material is supposed to be.

Oh. My mother wants me to go
to Cape Cod with her next week

to talk about leaving here.

Cape Cod. That's
nice. I don't know.

I mean, maybe I do
need the home, wife,

mother indispensable role.

Do you really feel like
you're not indispensable here?

I... I mean, who's gonna
tell him what's in his drawers?

Honestly, I... I think

that your sense of unimportance
would really come as a surprise to Oscar.

But he's got so
much on his mind.

Okay. He won't. As soon as
I get through talking to him.

Oh, Jaime. Hey. Hey,
come on, trust me.

Diplomatic corps has been
after me for years. Oh, okay.

Look, I'll talk to him later.

Right now, I've gotta go see
Rudy about my ear. And, uh...

Be happy. Okay? Yeah.

So, Baron, we're ready to
transport replacement number two.

Mr. Goldman's office. Hold on.

Yes, Callahan. Mr. Goldman,

the Weather Control Station at White Sands
is calling. They say it's top priority.

And Jaime stopped by.

Okay. Put them
on. What's up, Jim?

How bad is it?

All right. I'll have Colonel Steve
Austin up there in a couple of hours.

Callahan, get me
Colonel Austin. Yes, sir.

Steve.

Trouble. You were right.

We almost had a
tragedy at White Sands.

What nearly happened to you
this morning happened there,

except on a bigger scale.
Lightning, cloudbursts.

Well, I hate to
say I told you so.

This beauty's like a
land mine. Has no friends.

Okay, pal. Okay, I admit it.

I went too far and
jumped the gun

on building a
full scale station.

We're just too far away from
any controllable applications.

Look, you're gonna have
to fly up to White Sands,

assess the damage
and put it in your report.

Now? Wait a minute, Oscar, Jaime's
waiting to meet me in the parking lot.

We got a date.

Steve, this is a
priority situation!

Get up to the chopper pad.

I'll have an F-4
ready at Andrews.

And don't worry, I'll
explain it to Jaime.

Okay. But you
better do it right, pal,

or you'll have a thunderstorm in
your own office when I get back.

Ah.

I have been looking for you.

You've been looking for me? Yes.

Where's Steve?

Well, if I'm not mistaken, I
think that's him right over there.

Now that's what I call
running out on a date.

It's all my fault.
Oh, I believe that.

We've been having
a lot of trouble

with the Weather Control
Station at White Sands.

Jaime, I'd like to take you out
to dinner, but I'm tied up, too.

Right, with your meetings and your
sundry ambassadors, your Mr. Secretary,

and all of those appointments
made for you by Callahan,

I might add. Right.

Oscar, I would like very much to
talk to you about appreciating people.

Appreciating people?
Jaime, I appreciate you.

I wanted to talk to
you about Callahan.

Callahan?

What's the matter with Callahan?

I haven't noticed
anything wrong with her.

Well, that's precisely what
I want to talk to you about.

You haven't noticed. Oh.

Dr. Franklin, this is Callahan's
building. She's in her apartment now.

Very well. Proceed
with the plan.

Jaime, you'll never guess
what happened today.

Mr. Goldman called me after
his meeting with the secretary.

He even kept the French
ambassador waiting to do it.

What was on his mind?

Well, he told me how much
he needs and depends on me.

He just kept repeating it.

He was really wonderful,
Jaime. He was wonderful.

He told me he couldn't
get along without me.

Well, it's about time
he figured that one out.

Did you put him up to it?

Hey, all I did was
tell him the truth.

I can't help it if that
scared him to death.

Jaime. What did you say?

Well, I just told him that I
sensed how unhappy you were,

and that I knew you'd
never bother him with it.

So if he didn't start
appreciating you, I'd quit.

You are too much.

Jaime, hold on
for a second, okay?

Sure.

Jaime, can I get back to you?

Yeah. Sure. I'll talk
to you tomorrow.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Bye.

I don't know what
to make of it, Jaime.

You're not getting
that effect now, huh?

No.

Well, it could be an
intermittent short in the circuit.

You say it happened once
on the phone last night?

Yes, and then once when
I was playing handball,

and again when I
was running. Uh...

I thought I heard Lynda calling.

So that's twice under
physical stress. Uh-huh.

Well, maybe we
can cause it again.

Good morning, Miss Callahan.
Good morning, Mr. Goldman.

Good morning,
Mr. Goldman. Miss Callahan,

I was thinking about our
conversation yesterday,

and you're not gonna
have any complaints

about feeling
unappreciated in the future.

Oh, I'll be appreciated, Oscar.

Good, Callahan. Now
investigate the Sommers woman.

55 miles per hour.
No ear trouble? No.

How can a human
being run so fast?

She's bionic, of course.

Wells was working on
that when I was still at OSI.

One of our biggest quarrels was
over the allocation of experimental funds

between my robots
and his Bionic unit.

So he did perfect the technique.

What's wrong?

Well, strange as it seems, that hum
started again when Callahan came in.

Could you describe the pitch
of the sound? Well, it's high.

It's just high. It's a
high-pitched hum.

We can't hear them through
the glass. What are they saying?

Amplify fembot's hearing.
Give me a computer read-out.

It's high. It's a
high-pitched hum.

That could mean almost anything.

Why should I be
hearing it from Callahan?

I don't know.

Maybe she's wearing
a quartz watch.

It could give off
a transistor hum.

Apparently, the new
unit is just too sensitive.

She has bionic hearing,
too, and it's picking up

the frequency of the
fembot's transistors.

I'll lower their
transistor output.

Good thing that you caught it.

Lynda's headed back to the lab.

Start Phase Two. Make immediate
arrangements to kidnap Oscar Goldman.

A stroke of genius, Franklin.

We could name our
own price for Goldman.

And this bionic woman. Can you
imagine how much we could get for her?

These thoughts have
crossed my mind.

Are you getting the
hum now? Mmm-mmm.

Good. Keep the fembot's
transistors on low output.

Dr. Wells' office.

Yes, Mr. Goldman. She's here.

Just a moment, please.

Jaime.

It's Mr. Goldman on line three.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

Jaime, I'm just calling
to invite you to lunch.

This is my Woman's
Appreciation Week.

I'm calling all of
my favorite ladies

so they won't feel slighted.

Well, on behalf of them
all, it is appreciated.

And don't worry, I am not
gonna say, "It's about time."

I'll pick you up at 12:00.

Okay. I'll be waiting
and hungry as a bear.

Can I see your papers?

Got another pickup.

Okay, go ahead.

Make the call now.

Yes, Callahan.

Mr. Goldman, Jaime just called.

She'd like you to meet her in the
parking lot at 12:00. She's in stall 54.

Thank you, Callahan.
You're welcome.

Go ahead, Lynda.

Jaime, Mr. Goldman
called to cancel your lunch.

He left about a
half an hour ago.

He had an emergency
conference at the State Department.

What is this? All my men,

they tell me how
much they like me,

and then nobody'll
stick around to feed me.

Hey, it's my lucky day.
I'll take you to lunch.

You're on.

When did you say he left?

Callahan said about
a half hour ago.

Thank you.

Jaime!

Oscar!

No!

Tell them to go
back and get her.

I'm taking no chances.

I've got what I
wanted. Keep going.

You agreed that
she's worth a fortune.

I'm in this for satisfaction

as much as for money and power.

You know, I started work on
the Weather Control Machine

till Goldman took me off it.

I want him to see
me use that machine

as I've always said
it should be used,

as a devastating weapon.

Yes, the girl's valuable,

but my fembots can
do anything she can.

Not quite.

As a human being,

she can think for herself.

Since when is thinking for
herself an asset in a woman?

All right, exactly what did
he say before he left here?

That he was going
to meet the secretary.

I thought he must've gotten
the call on his private line.

Hanson. Where did they find it?

Right. Get it to the lab.

They found the van near
an airstrip in Bethesda.

A small jet had just taken off.

All right now,

what time did
Goldman leave here?

I'm not exactly sure.

Close to 12:00, I think.

Well, that's not
what you said before.

Are you implying
something, Miss Sommers?

Well, I... I don't know, but, uh,
if he went to see the secretary,

what was he doing in
the parking lot by my car?

Miss Callahan, any idea what
he was doing in the parking lot?

No.

But Mr. Goldman has
so many appointments,

it's really hard for me to keep
them all straight in my head.

Callahan, what are
you talking about?

I have seen you juggle
15 things all at once for him,

and now you're saying you
can't remember a specific time

or what you said?

Please, Jaime, stop it.

I mean, don't you think I'm just as
upset about Mr. Goldman as you are?

Didn't you tell Lynda he'd
been gone a half an hour?

Well, I'm not sure
she said that, Jaime.

Oh, you, too?

Miss Sommers, either offer me
some proof, or stop implying things.

Well, it's not her
fault, Mr. Hanson.

Look, I hate saying this, Jaime,

but you have been
having some problems.

Thinking you heard me call
for help, and those other things.

Dr. Wells, can you
shed any light on this?

Only that Jaime's been having
some trouble with her hearing lately.

Do you think Dr. Wells is
against you, too, Miss Sommers?

I mean, we realize you have
a strong emotional attachment

to Oscar Goldman, and I
understand your concern for him.

Got the safe open, Mr. Hanson.

He's lived with that
possibility for years.

I have recorded this message

so that there will be no
doubt that these are my orders.

I've given a great
deal of thought lately

to the possibility
of being captured,

and I realize that I have
too much vital information

to allow it to fall
into enemy hands.

Under present day chemical and
computer techniques of interrogation,

anyone, I mean anyone, could
be made to talk in a few hours,

and I don't flatter myself to
think that I am any exception.

I'm not being noble about
this, I'm being practical.

Therefore, I order all
action units of the OSI

and the NSB to be mobilized
to kill me as soon as possible.

Any delay, I repeat, any
delay, must be avoided.

No rescue attempt must be made,

because that would
undoubtedly be too late.

My friends, this is not the
cruelest thing you can do.

On the contrary, it might
be the kindest thing.

You know you have my fond
wishes and affection always.

Goodbye.

You aren't even gonna
consider doing that.

It's his decision, and
he's the best judge.

You're outta your mind.

Perhaps.

Look, I don't like doing this,

but I know exactly what he
meant by modern interrogation.

So I'm sorry, but when we find
out where they're holding him,

we will utilize all
of our resources

to carry out Oscar
Goldman's wishes.

Walk straight ahead.

Callahan! Lynda! What
are you doing here?

We've been here since
yesterday, Mr. Goldman.

But I saw you in my
office just two hours ago.

That was a robot, Oscar.

Franklin.

You made quite an issue a
few years ago over OSI funding,

said I was wasting it on them.

So that's it.

You've gone to a lot of
trouble to get back at me.

Oh, you flatter yourself.

Getting even with you is
just a very small fringe benefit.

I always did think bigger
than you gave me credit for.

Thinking big and thinking
grandiose just isn't the same thing.

You never could
understand that, Franklin.

What do you want, blackmail?

As a matter of fact, yes,

but on a far vaster scale
than you can imagine.

You recall that the Weather Control
Machine was my basic concept?

We disagreed on its application.

Yes, we did.

You only saw it as a weapon.

A weapon, yes.

And for seven years now,
I've prepared to prove that.

I was right then, I'm right now.

I'm gonna get control of the
working model of that machine,

and you're going to help me.

What makes you
think I'll do that?

You have.

And you're gonna continue to do
so in ways you cannot even imagine.

Mr. Goldman.

Yes, Callahan.

Will they try to rescue us?

No.

I... I left certain orders.

Orders that will be carried out.

I didn't think I'd have
other people with me.

They're gonna kill him, Steve.

Calm down, Jaime.

I'm leaving White
Sands right now.

You just sit tight
till I get there, okay?

Okay, but please hurry.

Area Four Network
reports negative information

on Goldman's present location.

Right, I'll hold.

I just talked with
Colonel Austin,

and we demand that you give
us a chance to rescue Oscar.

This happens to be a
security matter, Miss Sommers.

Don't cause another problem.

Rescuing him is not a problem,
Mr. Hanson. It is a solution.

I don't want to hurt Goldman
any more than you do.

But it's a risk that
goes with the job.

I would expect and want
the same if they got to me.

The Delta Deep Penetration
Group reports negative.

There's an update coming
in on scrambler three.

Would someone get Miss
Sommers out of here, please?

And Doctor, I'm sorry,
you're gonna have to go, too.

I have a Security-Seven
Clearance.

No offense intended, Doctor, but
your clearance is with OSI, not NSB.

There are elements
in both operations

that we don't even
happen to tell to each other.

Now, please, Doctor.

Come on, Jaime.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

How fast do you think
they can find Oscar?

Too fast.

I don't like Hanson, but
he's very good at his job.

I always knew that great
power carried great risks, but...

But it's Oscar, Rudy.

When it's personal, it makes
you want to forget principles.

Principles that
kill your friends

don't fit my definition
of principles.

Rudy, didn't you notice
anything strange about Callahan?

No.

I don't know. I did.
I can just feel it.

Well, she was upset, but
she's completely loyal to Oscar.

Maybe. Just maybe.

Hi, Jaime. Hi. May I come in?

Oh, sure. Thank you.

Can I, um, get you something?

Uh, I'd love some coffee, and also
a chance to, uh, apologize for today.

I was pretty upset, and
I'm afraid I got out of hand.

Me, too. It's a
strain on both of us.

I'll get the coffee.
How do you take it?

Black. You don't remember?

I'm not rowing with
both oars today.

What's she up to?

How are things on the
home front, by the way?

Is your mom glad
you're not quitting?

She'll be glad it worked out.

Are you still gonna
go to Newport

to talk it over with her?

Research Newport.

No mention of Newport
in Callahan's records.

It's a bluff and a trap.

Could be something
Callahan said this morning.

I mean, you've never been
there before, have you?

No. No.

You're lying.

You told me yesterday that she
wanted you to go to Cape Cod.

You may look and
sound like Callahan,

but you're not her.

Who are you? And
where is Oscar Goldman?

She's dangerous. Capture her.

You're no match for us, Sommers.

Now, we're not
going to hurt you.

Please come with us.

Increase power on the fembots.

Give up quietly, Sommers.

Increase power on the fembots.

I'm not that bionic.

Get her. Now.

Don't take chances.
Both of you return to base.

Jaime.

Oh... Rudy, they're robots.

Robots? Uh-huh.

Would you... Would
you tell Steve?

We'll talk later.

I gotta...

I gotta get out of here.

No, no, don't, Jaime.
You're not going anywhere.

Any serious injury is capable of
restarting your bionic rejection cycle.

That's how we almost
lost you before, remember?

Can I get Oscar, Rudy?

I want to tune you
down for observation.

No!

No, no. It'll be
just like sleeping.

But you can't... We don't
want to risk losing you.

Oh, no.

Lynda.

Lynda, I'm glad you're
here. Keep an eye on her.

I want to start the bionic tune
down process immediately.

She's dangerous if
people start believing her.

Finish her off if
she starts coming to.

I can't have her interfering
with Phase Three.