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[explosion]

That's Austin.

We can give him 12 minutes to complete his mission

and still have time to get out of here.

But not a second more.

[splashing]

I trust you had a pleasant voyage?

Quite comfortable, thank you.

I want this to be the beginning of a long

and profitable relationship for both of us.

[clanking]

[music continues]

Man 1: Eight minutes, sir.

Right.

[clanking]

[music continues]

Call the patrol boats!

[whooshing]

[gunfire]

[explosion]

[explosion]

How is he?

His physical condition has been remedied.

Good.

He's alright to go out again.

- Oscar, wait-- - Well, well, well.

Look who's here.

They're turning the country upside down trying to find you

and here you are relaxing, sipping lemonade.

We've got some talking to do.

I see you haven't lost your sense of humor.

Oscar, that safe was empty.

What we were after wasn't where it was supposed to be.

We're going to have to try again.

You put me through four weeks of cloak and dagger.

You performed your part of the mission brilliantly.

The fact that the safe was empty is no concern of yours.

Higher heads will fall because of it.

Hey, listen, Steve, just one last thing.

I want to tell you about an awful sweet little lassie.

I mean, there's no obligation, but in case

you feel like spending a little time with her.

Hey, listen, have a go-- have a good time, buddy.

[aircraft whirring in distance]

[beeping]

Steve Austin is on his way.

[aircraft whirring]

More champagne?

No, thank you.

Sir?

I asked if you would like more champagne.

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Look, you seem like a very nice lady.

Well, what I mean is I...

I think we'd better straighten

this thing out right now.

Do you confuse me with someone?

I don't think so. You...

You're a friend of Harry's, right?

Who?

Look, what, whatever he said to you, I'm sorry,

but I'm just not interested.

- In doing what? - Look, let's don't play games.

This plane is less than a fourth full.

They just don't seat passengers together like this

unless someone has made a specific request.

After our chance unexpected

meeting this morning, I had you checked.

From the beginning of the year until now,

you have been involved in no NASA activities

of any substance.

On 11 separate occasions I can place you

in the same building with Oscar Goldman...

a man whose activities are quite familiar to us.

Look, what I said was the truth.

I came here for no other reason than what I told you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Alexi, I must be going.

Thanks for the drink.

I'm sorry, Steve. Believe me, I am.

[supressed gunshot]

[dramatic music]

Man 2: It looks good at NASA One.

Man 3: Roger. BCS Arm switch is on.

Man 2: Okay, Victor.

Man 4: Landing Rocket Arm switch is on.

Here comes the throttle. Circuit breakers in.

Steve: We have separation. Man 3: Roger.

Man 4: Inboards and outboards are on.

I'm coming forward with the sidestick.

Man 2: All looks good. Man 3: Uh, Roger.

Steve: I've got a blow out, damper three!

Man 3: Get your pitch to zero. Steve: Pitch is out!

Steve: I can't hold altitude!

Man : 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]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[explosions]

[rumbling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

Oh!

[indistinct chatter]

The Soviet government will meet your price,

subject to my inspection of the merchandise.

There will be no bidding.

The American is not coming.

Well, we didn't want to do

business with the Americans, Alexi.

We just wanted to drive up the price a bit.

Anyway, to the victor go the spoils.

Alexi...

when do you want to make your inspection?

As soon as possible.

Hm, some distance away, I need some time

to make suitable arrangements.

Shall we say tomorrow night at the same time?

Good.

[dramatic music]

Woman 1: He never came back.

Harry: You know whose fault it is?

It's the Russians, this whole foul up.

They overreacted, that's all.

Harry, what are we gonna do?

Well, knowing the Russians, if they got their hands on him,

he's fish bait by now.

[seagulls squawking]

[sighs]

How do you feel?

Rested.

- I should get shot more often. - Not shot. Tranquilized.

It's for your own good.

Where was that decided? Moscow?

No, it was Alexi's decision.

If you really don't know what is going on,

you could easily get caught in the middle and badly hurt.

If you were telling him the truth about wanting a vacation,

then you should, uh, accept the hospitality

he's extending you.

You have the run of this ship.

The best food, best drink,

best fishing.

And you?

You made that mistake once before.

That doesn't answer my question.

How far did Alexi say to go to keep me here?

Better go up on deck.

[seagulls squawking]

No, no, fellas. Uh...

Fishing pose, not rifles.

They don't speak English.

I suppose they're here to protect me from flying fish.

The captain has orders to allow you to fish

any of these waters, so long as you don't come

within 20 miles of any shore.

Steve: Well, that sounds fair enough.

But now, I think I'm entitled to at least one phone call.

You aren't taking this very seriously.

Well, you told me to enjoy myself.

Then you accept our terms?

A nice, relaxing excursion aboard this ship

as a guest of the Soviet Union.

And, uh, you won't try to use the radio or cause trouble.

Well, what's the difference if I said yes or no?

If you say yes, and, uh,

give me your word,

you'll find this a much more enjoyable trip.

Alright, I'm on vacation.

And if I change my mind, I give you my word

you'll be the first to know.

One moon shot, coming up.

[instrumental music]

[fishing line whirring]

[seagulls squawking]

[whirring]

[music continues]

[whirring]

[music continues]

It's alright, fellas. We're operating under a new system.

The honor system.

[gun cocks]

Well, so much for the honor system.

Nice move, though, guy. It looked real good.

Harry: What could Steve Austin do that

any one of us pros couldn't do better?

The whole idea was to have a diversion.

They'd be so busy watching Steve,

even you could get in to get Findletter's catalog.

This won't be the first time I've had to run

for a touchdown off a broken play.

Hey, where are you going?

To case Findletter.

I think Oscar and a lot of people

have forgotten what it takes to score in the field.

[engine whirring]

Katrina: Are you sure you wouldn't rather be

sport-fishing?

I'm all fished out.

You haven't even been up on deck.

Look, Katrina...

I think we should spend these last few minutes together.

What last few minutes?

The ones we're gonna have while I'm tying you up.

What are you talking about? You gave me your word.

That you'd be the first to know when I came off holiday.

Well, the time's come.

It'll be dark soon, and there are some things

I've got to find out about.

Now, let's be civilized about this.

Look, I didn't make a big fuss over your kidnapping me,

so I expect a little reason from you.

[birds cawing]

[muffled scream]

I want to tell you how much I appreciate your

making my stay most enjoyable.

That's better.

[sighs]

Why must you do this?

The guards will kill you.

They have their orders, and they don't know

any other way to stop you.

I'll be fine.

But it's miles and miles to shore.

I can't let you do it.

[screams]

[intense music]

[knocking]

Sorry I had to violate your porthole.

[muffled screaming]

[gunfire]

[muffled screaming]

Katrina: Steve!

Steve!

[dramatic music]

[pulsating]

[pulsating]

[music continues]

[whirring]

Yes, sir, we're gonna try and get that catalog

out of Findletter's safe tonight, sir.

Good, Harry. One more thing. Um...

How did Steve take the news that

he was on an operation all along?

Uh... Uh, fine, sir.

Uh, I handled that very well, as a matter of fact.

Uh, fine, I thought after

a few days rest, he might be ready to,

uh... to listen to reason.

[instrumental music]

[waves crashing]

[music continues]

You don't have to worry about me handling Steve Austin, sir.

I mean, I got him here in the first place, didn't I?

[thudding]

Steve!

U-- uh, Steve?

Hello? Hello? What's going on there?

Oscar: Hello? - That you, Oscar?

Steve? How are ya? [chuckles]

Listen, pal, the next time you want me on a mission,

you lay it all out upfront,

or I'll kick your department so high

you'll need Skylab to get it down.

Now, you get this clown out of here before I kill him.

[beeps] Ow!

He hung up on the chief.

Don't worry, Steve, I'm not mad.

Look, nobody likes to be tricked, right?

This wasn't my fault.

See, you're a stubborn guy, Steve.

Oscar... Oscar figured that we needed you.

I suppose you were in on this, too?

We knew you were friends with the Russian

and your presence would keep them preoccupied

long enough for us to get a crack

at Findletter's arms catalog.

Steve, it's important that we get that catalog.

- I'm not interested. - Steve...

Let him go. We don't need him.

Look, if you won't do it for me,

or for Harry, or for Oscar,

would you do it to get at the man who killed Tamara?

Findletter?

Yes.

Well, if that's the truth, why didn't they tell me

that in Washington?

[clears throat] Well, 'cause we didn't know.

I mean, it took our people this long to get the truth.

Steve, they could've lied about it,

and said Findletter was involved when they weren't certain.

It would've been a sure way to trick you.

But Oscar wouldn't use the girl,

knowing how you felt about her.

Well, maybe I've found his limit, after all.

Will you help us, Steve? We need you.

Operating under my orders, of course.

Alright.

But first I have a matter to settle with an old friend.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]

[engine sputtering]

[engine revving]

[creaks]

[music continues]

Findletter: I'm sorry you can't enjoy the drive, Kaslov,

even at night it's lovely.

I came to see missiles, not palm trees.

So you shall.

Now, make yourself comfortable

because we have a long drive ahead of us.

[instrumental music]

It's not too far, now.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[door whirring]

[door whirring]

[music continues]

[tires screech]

[car door opens]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[music continues]

[groaning]

[door whirring]

[music continues]

Findletter: The world's largest underground house.

It's incredible.

[door whirring]

The SERB sole-flying missile.

A cluster warhead capable of delivering 200 megatons

over a range of 3000 miles.

How did you come to possess these weapons?

Alexi, the arrangement was to sell them back to you,

not to give away my trade secrets.

Well, there can only be one source.

The Soviet submarine that sank two months ago.

- These must be her missiles. - They wereher missiles.

[door whirring]

Alexi: Your catalog also mentions Polaris missile.

I hope that you would be interested

in that number, Alexi.

[door whirring]

[rumbling]

So...

the Americans are indeed in the same unhappy boat as we.

[door whirring]

Findletter: And now, let us go talk business.

[dramatic music]

[door whirring]

[engine sputters]

[door whirring]

Well, I got the catalog.

Findletter's as funny as a salesman's smile.

The mission's over.

It's over?

That's right.

And a lot of help you turned out to be.

It's a good thing Findletter was out all night.

It took Harry six hours to open his safe.

Well, better a little slow than no show, right?

Which reminds me, what happened to you?

Well, you can't get near those Russians

if you don't pull a disappearing act.

Never mind that. Uh, what are you saying...

The mission's over?

[scoffs]

Well, because Findletter

is peddling Polaris missiles

to the world, and there's no chance

that he could have one, no way.

I've already called, uh, Oscar,

and told him we're on our way home.

Well, you'd better call him back.

Oh, what's this? Heh, where'd you get that?

From a missile in one of Findletter's silos.

Well, I don't know what you thought you saw,

but it couldn't have been a Polaris.

That's the most secure weapon we've got.

Check it out.

Well, I know what I'll find.

Findletter's an out and out fraud.

I mean, wait a minute. Look at this.

Now he's offering an entire United States Poseidon submarine

for sale with a full complement of 16 Poseidon missiles.

Now, Steve, I don't know how familiar you are

with the Poseidon.

But that's so new, I mean, they're not even launching

one till the 12th of this month.

Mm-hm. That's tomorrow.

Yeah.

Aw, come on, Steve.

I mean, this is the most impregnable warship

we ever built. You're not suggesting that--

Harry, I've seen enough to know that if Findletter says

he's going to have a Poseidon sub,

I'd start locking them up at night.

You expect me to call Oscar and tell him a story like that?

I expect you to make a decision, Harry.

Not one by the book,

and not one that you think Oscar Goldman would approve.

And not one to keep your skirts clean,

but one that you, Harry Donner,

believe to be the right one.

[whirring]

Harry: Can I ask you a question?

Steve: Yeah.

Harry: What're we doing up here?

Whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen

from that underground complex, wherever it is.

Steve, there's nothin' down there but water and swamps.

Steve: Happingest place in Slumber Road.

We'll find it.

I do not understand why it was necessary to return.

Certainly Undersecretary Volana did not need

to make such a long journey.

I thought our, our business was complete?

As did I, Kaslov. As did I.

Except you failed to tell me about the arrangement

you had made with Steve Austin, the American.

Steve Austin is dead. We told you that.

Yes, I know you did, Kaslov.

Now, let me tell you that your dead friend this morning

rented an airplane at the municipal airport.

- He's dead. - He is dead.

He must be.

We were more than 30 miles from shore.

There were no other boats.

We circled for hours.

It's impossible.

Yes.

I know.

There's only one possible explanation.

That is that you are lying.

The question is why.

Man, I gotta wonder about you.

How'd you ever find the moon?

As long as we keep the ocean on our right.

Wait a minute. There...

There it is. That's gotta be it.

Harry: What are you talking about?

Well, this is where I leave you, Harry.

Leaving me? You mean you're just gonna bail out

and leave me flying around over some cemetery? What is that?

Is this what I get for making my first independent decision?

Well, I'd say you have one more decision to make, Harry.

Yeah? What's that?

How you're going to get aboard that Poseidon submarine

that was launched today.

Steve, you... Steve?

What am I gonna tell Oscar?

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[door whirring]

[door whirring]

What are you doing?

- How did you get here? - Well, I, uh...

I just dropped in to talk to the man in charge.

- We are temporally closed. - I see.

Well, uh, this is kind of an emergency.

Say, would you mind not pointing that thing directly at me?

My orders are to keep everybody off the property.

Perhaps there's somebody inside I could talk to?

I said we're closed.

- Now, either you... - What is it?

You're just the man I want to see.

I want to look at your selection of caskets.

I'm going to be needing one right away.

Now, this is perfect.

This is gonna be just fine.

I don't think you're interested in the caskets.

[groaning]

Now, then...

if I were you, I wouldn't fire that.

[gunshot]

I told you.

Findletter: On those monitors you see a United States

Poseidon submarine,

and 16 long range Poseidon missiles.

Now, she'll be within our waters in two hours.

And that should be the first of many to join my fleet.

[door whirring]

Take any of the oil rich Arab countries, for example.

There'd no longer be a need to train,

equip, or man a land army, navy, or air force.

Just one Poseidon submarine and her 16 missiles

would be sufficient to devastate any two of our enemies,

and have enough firepower left over to incinerate a third.

[scoffs] It would be called the six minute war.

This way, please.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[footsteps approaching]

A nuclear submarine must be attacked from within.

And in less time

than it takes a wireless operator

to trigger a pre-tape SOS signal.

But the same line of communication...

that protects a nuclear fleet...

can also be turned against her.

Now, if this goblet

were placed aboard a submarine 500 miles away

by merely transmitting a special signal,

one could shatter a glass

into a million pieces.

[glass shatters]

One could use that principle

to get something slightly more deadly aboard the submarine.

Now, this canister contains

what is known as G14 nerve gas.

It is colorless, odorless, and painless,

yet death occurs within 30 seconds from time of exposure.

Now... as you can see,

there are only two masks.

Miss Volana, will you put one of them on, please?

Alexi, tell me again.

What arrangements did you make with the Americans?

- None. - Very well.

Findletter: If you'll be so kind as to keep

your eyes on that rat.

And at precisely the right moment,

a signal will be dispatched.

[pulsating]

[hissing]

And if you're an average man, you'll be able

to hold your breath for perhaps two minutes.

That rat will last but 30 seconds.

You have less than one minute to live, Alexi.

Stop the test! He is telling the truth!

[groans]

[crash]

Findletter: Guards! Stop them!

[alarm blaring]

[gunshots]

So, we work together after all, my friend.

Hang on, Alexi. We'll get you out of here.

No. There isn't time. You must s-- stop him.

- He will... - Alexi, don't talk.

We'll find a way.

[alarm blaring]

[intense music]

[helicopter whirring]

[helicopter whirring]

Who is this guy, Donner?

He's some kind of intelligence officer.

[whirring]

It's, uh, not that I don't want to be cooperative,

Mr. Donner, but just what is it that we're looking for?

[clears throat]

[beeping]

This will keep you from any

further mischief, Ms. Dawson.

You know, Austin, I've been watching you with fascination.

Your ability to swim extraordinary speeds

and distances, knock down concrete walls

and survive on a minimum of oxygen

for an inordinate length of time...

I don't know what you are,

but you know, from what I've seen,

you have great commercial possibilities.

And when this operation is over,

I intend to seriously investigate the possibility

of making you the newest entry in my fall catalog.

What about me?

Why are you keeping me alive?

[laughs] Really, dear...

Anyway, meanwhile, this will sedate you.

Uh, you might have notions about escaping

with your apparent strength.

Would you mind giving that to me in my left arm?

I don't want to ruin my tennis serve.

Yes. Definitely into his right arm.

Now, if you manage to stay awake

you might want to watch the capture

of the Poseidon on the monitor.

It will reach shallow shores of our waters

within about ten minutes.

Man 5: Nine minutes and counting.

I'm not sure that I understand

just how this works, Mr. Donner.

Now, you say that there are these people hiding

underneath this cemetery,

and they're going to come out and steal this warship?

We must do something.

He's going to kill all those men, Austin.

Try to stay awake.

Katrina, would you stop talking?

I have to keep talking, I have

to help you ward off the effect...

[chains rattling]

In Russia they say all American men are soft.

Yeah, we rise to the occasion.

Man 5: Four minutes and counting.

We gotta keep him from transmitting that signal.

How do you do that?

That's a good question.

[clanking]

[helicopter whirring]

Man 5: Three minutes and counting.

The Poseidon is entering the shallow shores.

[static]

Man 5: Two minutes and counting.

One minute and counting.

[static]

Forty-five seconds and counting.

Too late.

Man 6: Thirty seconds and counting.

[beeping]

[intense music]

Fifteen seconds and counting.

Stand by signal burst.

Man 5: Ten seconds.

Five, four, three,

two, one--

[explosion]

[helicopter whirring]

Steve: Here, take my hand.

Katrina: How can you see where you're going?

Steve: I eat a lot of carrots.

Switch to emergency power.

[dramatic music]

Man 6: There they are! Stop them!

[door whirring]

In here.

[gunfire]

Katrina: Power's back on, there's still...

[indistinct]

The power, yes, but the transmitter

has sung its last song.

There's no other way out, is there?

[sighs]

[beeping]

[whirring]

See if you can get the plate off that ventilator.

[whirring]

[electricity crackling]

- It is jammed! - Blow it open.

[beeps]

[intense music]

[clanking]

This oughta do it.

Katrina: What're you talking about?

Steve: Just fixing up a little surprise for Findletter

when he opens silo number seven.

[music continues]

[whirring]

Findletter: And hurry with the charge.

[Katrina sighs] I don't even see where it comes out.

[explosion]

This is frightening.

Steve: Don't look down.

Findletter: There's no way out.

They must be in one of those silos.

Silo one.

[door whirring]

Katrina: Maybe we should have taken

our chances with Findletter.

Steve: I guarantee our relationship was

heading for a blow up.

[intense music]

[door whirring]

Findletter: We'll try number two.

[whirring]

Oh, I'm exhausted.

I smell salt air, love.

Move.

[door whirring]

Findletter: They must be in one of those silos.

There is nowhere else they could be.

[music continues]

Let's rest for a while, eh?

You sit down, you'll never get up again in this lifetime.

[door whirring]

[music continues]

Findletter: Silo six.

[door whirring]

[sighs]

Yes.

Of course. With the Polaris.

The Americans with the American missile.

[explosion]

[rumbling]

[intense music]

[explosion]

That's for a princess named Tomorrow.

And a friend named Alexi.

I think I understand better

why they say American men are soft.

[rumbling]

Well, like I said, we rise to the occasion.

Man 7: Patrol commanders, use code plan 101

for rendezvous with Colonel Austin.

Repeat.

[engine revving]

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[instrumental music]