Original subtitles

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.

KATY: 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 ten million dollars...

in development funds...

which is preposterous beyond comment.

Before we will even consider more investment...

we demand to see a report...

on the progress of the money you have spent so far.

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

Come on.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

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I created these.

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 O.S.I.

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

But instead of dealing honestly with us...

you squandered our money on these idiotic toys.

I worked for the O.S.I. for 10 years...

and I know the weaknesses of their system.

The weather control machine is a security 6 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 O.S.I. together...

by handling the account with detail and implementing 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're 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.

FRANKLIN: Baron?

We're really remarkable.

Please ask them for the additional funds?

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

Yeah.

Give him the money.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(PARACHUTE RIPS)

(ALTERNATE MAIN THEME)

Hi, Jaime Sommers to see Oscar Goldman.

Ah, yes, Miss Sommers.

Park in stall 54, please.

Thank you.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

Jaime!

Hi, Lynda!

JAIME: See you in a few minutes, okay?

Right.

Good morning, Miss Wilson.

Good morning, Paul, it's a beautiful day.

Yes, it is.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mr. Goldman is having a security conference with Grade 8's at 3:30.

Yes? Oh, no, no, 5:00 is impossible.

No, because Mr. Goldman's meeting with the Secretary...

and the committee for development planning, and then...

Hold, hold on, please.

Yes?

Oh, yes, he will have cocktails at 6:30 with the British and French ambassadors.

Yup, okay.

Oh, shut up!

How... How have you been, Jaime?

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

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.

Okay, 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.

They've all been bad lately.

And never one word of encouragement from Mr. Goldman.

Ah-ha!

(IMITATING A THERAPIST) 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 too lately, huh?

Well, 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 got a little time later.

Yeah, I'll make time.

Thanks.

Is he in?

Oh, no, not yet...

but 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 until I get back, okay?

Right.

Ah-ha!

Mr. Goldman's office.

KATY: Eyes hazel, 6.34 on the Fischer scale.

Hair brown, 10.9 Fischer scale.

Skin age 31.7 years.

Voice sampling.

LYNDA: Good morning, Paul.

Beautiful morning.

KATY: Volume range 8.2 decibels.

Southern New England region intonations.

The space of molecules in the cochlea area...

vary from 4.3 to 5.1 thousand per nucleus.

The cortacestron count is holding steady at 900 per nucleus.

The stretch factor of the multi-mode fiber is...

(GRUNTS, SIGHS)

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

Hmm?

(SNAPS)

(SCREAMS)

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

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

Stretch factor, breaking point 3,147 pounds.

Hiya, Jaime.

Hi. Did you send for me?

Yeah, I sure did.

And 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 at ultrasonic ranges.

Nobody will hear it but you and Doberman pinchers.

Uh, Rudy, now you know I love you...

but 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...

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Um, yeah, okay, you can 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 in White Sands.

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

RUDY: 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 draught 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.

(THUNDER CRASHES)

That came from the strato-chamber where Steve's working!

Get Oscar, come on!

Right.

Jaime, cut the magnetic power!

Switch #4!

Steve!

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're all right, pal?

Yeah, I was trying to duplicate a low pressure zone.

Electro-magnetic charge in the neutron field.

It reach critical mass before I could stop it.

(CHUCKLES)

Ask for rain and you get a lightning storm.

RUDY: Well, it looks like some fusing in the bionics.

Some flash burns, but nothing critical.

You know, Oscar, I don't give up too easily...

but I'm gonna make an exception.

I think we should 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.

OSCAR: 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.

It acted like a lightning rod. Drew it right to me.

Lynda, get him to the lab, huh?

Now, we 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 is she going to find her way around the inside of the O.S.I.?

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.

KATY: Ready for the test, Doctor.

Okay.

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

FRANKLIN: Look at me, Lynda.

Optical system operating at 100%.

Excellent!

So now you can feed the rest of our programs...

to our new assistant.

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

Did you hear that?

JAIME: 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.

STEVE: How about a game of handball in the O.S.I. courts?

Little dinner later.

KATY: Dr. Franklin, we're about 10 minutes away from the O.S.I. building.

FRANKLIN: So I see. Keep your eyes open.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(WHISTLING THROUGH AIR)

STEVE: That's my point.

Hey, do we have a bet on this game?

A bet? Come on, I've only played this twice.

Well, we definitely should have a bet on this game...

and I 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.

DRIVER: The OS! building is just ahead.

FRANKLIN: I see it.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(WHISTLING THROUGH AIR)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

Ah!

Well, that's game.

I'll tell you what I won later.

DRIVER: We're passing the O.S.I. gymnasium now.

(BIONIC EAR SOUND EFFECT)

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just don't think Rudy's got all the bugs out of this new unit yet.

DRIVER: 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.

KATY: Lynda should be out any moment.

Goodnight, Dr. Wells.

Good night, Lynda.

Get ready, she's coming now.

LYNDA: Help! No, help!

(ROBOTIC SOUND EFFECT)

FEMBOT LYNDA: Are you all right?

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

FEMBOT LYNDA: What do you mean?

Well, I heard you call for help.

Who is she? FEMBOT LYNDA: What're you talking about?

She is not one of the secretaries.

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.

(BIONIC EAR SOUND EFFECT)

Ah...

This is gonna drive me crazy.

Can I drop you somewhere?

I think I'll be all right, really.

BARON: Congratulations, Franklin, your first Fembot passed the test.

Bye-bye!

(BIONIC EAR SOUND EFFECT)

(ROBOTIC SOUND EFFECT)

FRANKLIN: 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.

Mom, look, I know that you always have my best interests at heart.

Mom, listen, I gotta go now, okay?

Mr. Goldman's calling.

Yeah, okay, bye.

You didn't have to do that.

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.

OSCAR: Callahan, you forgot I need that Matthew report for this meeting.

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

OSCAR: Oh, yeah, thanks.

Sometimes I get the feeling...

that unrelenting, deadly efficiency...

is not terribly appreciated.

Wait a minute, isn't this why I came in this morning?

And you still don't feel any better?

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...

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

It's secret Class 3 material, Mr. Goldman.

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

where secret Class 3 material is supposed to be.

My mom 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 indispensible role.

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

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

Honestly, 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 course would outdo me for years.

Okay.

Look, I'll talk to him later.

Right now, I gotta go see Rudy about my ear...

and... be happy.

Okay? Yeah.

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

(PHONE RINGS)

Mr. Goldman's office.

Hold on.

Yes, Callahan.

CALLAHAN: Mr. Goldman, the weather control station at White Sands is calling.

They say it's top priority.

And Jaime stopped by.

Okay, put him on.

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.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Steve!

OSCAR: 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, cloud bursts.

Well, I hate to say I told you so.

This beauty's like a landmine.

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.

OSCAR: 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 thunder storm 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 at 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 wanted to talk to you about.

You haven't noticed.

Oh.

KATY: Dr. Franklin, this is Callahan's building.

She's in her apartment now.

FRANKLIN: Very well. Proceed with the plan.

Jaime, you'll never guess what happened today.

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

CALLAHAN: He even kept the French ambassador waiting to do it.

What was on his mind?

CALLAHAN: 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.

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

CALLAHAN: Jaime, what did you say?

Well, I just...

told him that I'd sensed how unhappy you were...

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

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

(DOORBELL RINGS)

You are too much.

Jaime, hold on for a second, okay?

JAIME: Sure.

Huh?

(HIGH-PITCHED HUMMING)

Jaime, can I get back to you?

Yeah, sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

(HIGH-PITCHED HUMMING) CALLAHAN: Okay, bye-bye.

Bye.

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

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

You're not getting that effect now.

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...

I thought I heard Lynda calling.

So that's twice under physical stress. Right.

Well, maybe we can cause it again.

Good morning, Miss Callahan!

Good morning, Mr. Goldman.

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

FRANKLIN: 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.

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

FRANKLIN: Good, Callahan.

Now investigate this Sommers woman.

RUDY: 55 miles per hour.

No ear trouble?

JAIME: No.

(HIGH-PITCHED HUMMING)

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

How can a human being run so fast?

She's bionic, of course.

Wells was working on that when I was still at O.S.I.

One of our biggest quarrels was over the allocation...

of experimental funds between us.

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.

Can you describe the pitch of the sound?

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

BARON: We can't hear them through the glass.

What are they saying?

FRANKLIN: Amplify Fembots hearing.

Give me a computer read-out.

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

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

It 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.

RUDY: Apparently the new unit is too sensitive.

She has bionic hearing, too.

JAIME: Can't you do something about it?

It's picking up the frequency of the Fembots' transistors.

FRANKLIN: I'll lower their transistor output.

BARON: Good thing that you caught it, Lynda is 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 his bionic woman.

Can you imagine how much we could get for her?

These thoughts have crossed my mind.

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

Are you getting the hum now?

Uh-uh.

FRANKLIN: Good.

I'll keep the Fembots' transistors on low output.

(PHONE RINGING)

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'm 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.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Can I see your papers?

DRIVER: Got another pick-up.

Okay, go ahead.

FRANKLIN: Make the call, now!

OSCAR: 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.

FRANKLIN: 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.

JAIME: When did you say he left?

Callahan said about a half hour ago.

Thank you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

Jaime!

JAIME: Oscar!

No!

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Tell them to go back and get her.

I'm taking no chances.

I've got what I wanted.

Keep going.

You agree 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...

until 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 have gotten the call on his private line.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Hanson.

HANSON: Where did they find it?

Right, get it to the lab.

HANSON: 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... 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 don't know, but 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.

Don't you think I'm just as upset about Mr. Goldman as you are?

Didn't you tell Lynda he'd been gone 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, but...

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 O.S.I. 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 coolest 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.

(SCOFFS)

You're out of 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.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(KEYS JINGLING)

Walk straight ahead.

Right there.

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...

of OS! 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 that 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.

Do 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...

and 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 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.

STEVE: Calm down, Jaime.

I'm leaving White Sands right now.

You just sit tight until I get there, okay?

Okay, but please hurry.

Area 4 network reports negative information on Goldman's present location.

Right, I'll hold.

I just talked with Colonel Austin.

We demand that you give us a chance to rescue Oscar.

This happens to be a security matter, Miss Sommers.

HANSON: 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 the security seven clearance!

No offense intended, Doctor...

but your clearance is with O.S.I., not NSB.

There are elements in both operations...

that we don't even have to tell 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 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!

JAIME: Hi, may I come in?

FEMBOT CALLAHAN: Oh, sure.

JAIME: Thank you.

Can I get you something?

Um, I'd love some coffee...

and also a chance to 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 am not rowing with both oars today.

She up to?

JAIME: 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!

DRIVER: No mention of Newport in Callahan's records.

It's a bluff to 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.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

You're no match for us, Sommers.

Now we're not going to hurt you.

Please come with us.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

Increase power on the Fembots!

Give up quietly, Sommers.

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

Ahh!

(METAL CREAKING)

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

Increase power on the Fembots!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

JAIME: I'm not that bionic.

Get her, now!

(BIONIC SOUND EFFECT)

(GASPS)

Don't take chances, both of you.

Return to base.

(MOANS)

Jaime!

(EKG BEEPING)

Oh...

Rudy, they are robots.

Robots?

Uh-huh.

JAIME: Would you tell Steve?

Shh-shh.

We'll talk later.

(GROANS)

I gotta...

I gotta get out of here!

You're not going anywhere.

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

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

I've got to get Oscar, Rudy.

I'm gonna tune you down for observation.

No!

It'll be just like sleeping.

We don't want to risk losing you.

Shh. Oh, no.

(CRYING)

Lynda.

Lynda, I'm glad you're here.

Just keep an eye on her.

I want to start the bionic tune-down process immediately.

The danger is if people start believing her.

Finish her off is she starts coming to!

I can't have her interfering with Phase Three.

(FEMBOT COMPUTING SOUND)

(ALTERNATE END THEME MUSIC)

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